Howard's eyes met his squarely. "No," he said sharply, "have you?"
Ronald retreated, shamefaced and ill at ease. "I—I beg your pardon."
"The boys aren't fools," laughed the Lieutenant. "They can see farther than some. I've spoken to no one but you, but if mutiny arises, I'll let it take its rightful course."
"Well, I won't. Remember what I said."
"I can't remember all your valuable utterances. Don't cast your pearls before swine, but reserve them for—for a more appreciative audience."
Stung to the quick by the insult, Ronald instinctively put his hand on his sword. Then both saw the Captain coming swiftly toward them, and waited.
"It is time for the council," he said.
"Well?" queried the Lieutenant, after an awkward pause.
"Are you going with me?"