"You was shipped in her," said Eales. "You came aboard in Astoria. Your name's Juggins."
"I'm Brogger—Captain William Brogger!" said Brogger.
"Hush, hush!" said Eales. "Don't say it. All the men 'ere 'as sworn to 'ave Brogger's life if 'e's alive. They say Brogger was mean, and made them un'appy. 'E called good sailormen sojers; 'e give 'em bad grub; 'e wouldn't 'ave no clothes dried in the galley off the 'Orn; 'e never gave 'em no forenoon watch in. In the dirtiest weather he 'ad 'em makin' sennit between shortenin' and makin' sail. 'E wasn't no sailor, they says, to add to it all. And it's a sayin' 'ere that Brogger saved 'is life by bein' killed, same as the pig did 'is by dyin'. For Gawd's sake don't say you're Brogger, or there'll be blood knee-deep—if there's blood in Brogger!"
"I'll—I'll go aft," said Brogger tremulously.
"Don't you do it!" said Eales. "There's a new skipper on board; 'e's as fierce and 'ard as if 'e was a bucko tough out of a Western Ocean packet of the old days. 'E won't stand taffy, nor any sort of guff; but 'e'll jump on your stummick quick."
"Oh, what shall I do?" moaned Brogger. "Why, I know you! You're Eales!"
"And you're Juggins!" said Eales fiercely. And just then in came one of the port watch and banged a tin can.
"Starbowlines, ahoy! Turn out, you sleepers!" he roared. "Turn out, turn out, my bully boys!"
The starboard watch yawned and groaned and grunted, and showed unwilling legs, and at last crawled out upon their chests as the boys brought the tea and grub in.
"Holy Moses!" said big Pizzey; "don't I remember that there was one of the starboard watch that allowed he was Brogger?"