And Tom did.
"We must get him into a sweat."
Very soon we did. Then I said to Tom:
"What do you make out of this smell that's coming from him, Tom?"
"Kerosene, sar," said Tom.
"I thought the very same," I said.
Tom beckoned me to go with him to the galley, and showed me several quart bottles of water standing on a shelf.
"Two of these were kerosene," he said, "and I suppose Cap. made a mistake"; for one looked as clear as the other.
Then I took one of them back to the captain.
"Was it a bottle like this you mixed with the claret?" I asked.