He caught sight of the third mate, tousle-haired and wearing a lemon yellow dressing gown.
The third was saying, "By God, Captain Goplerud! What have we got this voyage? A gang of homicidal maniacs?"
Walt Eriss, Joel saw, was sitting up mumbling inarticulately. His jaw was swollen and queerly crooked. The ship's doctor was fussing over him.
"Jaw's broken," the doctor diagnosed.
Captain Goplerud ran his fingers distractedly through his hair. "It's that damned Hakkyt!" he said. "Hakkyt did this."
"Who's Hakkyt?" Mister Mullin wanted to know.
"He's the fellow who beat up Eriss before."
"Where is he?"
"Here," said Joel swinging his feet to the deck.
The beam of a flashlight struck him in the eyes.