'To be sure, to be sure, sir, if you desire it.'
And the skipper went to see Mr. Sedgwick again.
'Sedgwick, I lost four men last night.'
'The devil you did!'
'So Healy scores first blood. What's to be my next move?'
'Then you mean to fight?'
'By the Lord, I do. And I want your help, if it's only to make such a row that the Board of Trade at home will hear of it.'
And Sedgwick said he'd do his best.
'Nevertheless——'
And he sighed, like the mate, though for different reasons. Together they went up-town and found the United States Marshal.