"Naturally," remarked the Captain coldly.
"Aye, I ken it weel," groaned the sufferer.
"What I want to know is, how the devil you got into the fort and what you did when you got there," went on Calamity.
"It's a michty quare business, skeeper, an' I dinna a'togither ken it mesel'."
"You were ordered to remain on board, instead of which, I suppose, you smuggled yourself into one of the boats when they put off."
"Weel, I didna swim," answered McPhulach testily, and held his aching head in both hands.
"You disobeyed orders."
There was an ominous ring in the Captain's voice which made the victim of alcoholic excess pull himself together sharply.
"It was a' due to a nichtmare I had, d'ye ken?" he said, thinking as hard as his befuddled brain would permit.
"A nightmare! What in hell are you talking about?"