"Call Mr. Dodman," said Greig. And Dodman said he couldn't see the faintest likeness.
"Then how do I know you all?" asked Brogger.
"It's my belief you sailed with us three voyages back," said Dodman. "I seem to have seen you somewhere."
"That will do," said Greig; "go for'ard and behave yourself, or you'll find out, whether you're Brogger or Juggins, or the Lord Muck from Bog Island, that I'm captain here. Bo'son!"
The bo'son came from the galley, where he was taking in the situation with the cook.
"Set this man to work," said Greig, "and keep your eye on him."
And Brogger went for'ard like a lamb.
"It's cruel! it's cruel!" said Brogger. But in less than two shakes of a lamb's tail he found himself getting paint out of the bo'son's locker in company with Corlett and Jack Eales.
"What you've got to do, sonny," said Jack, who had half a mind to be sorry for him, "is to do your duty and do it smart and quick. Just now you're off-colour, so to speak, in spite of that 'ealthy complexion of yours, and you don't feel well. Exercise will do you good. We'll have you on a topsail-yard yet singin' out: ''Aul out to loo'ard' with the best." He turned to Corlett.
"What's all this bally paint for, Corlett?" he asked.