"They ought to be stopped."
"I couldn't stop them without a fight. They were about to court martial me when they happened to think of something else."
Caradoc stared down in the direction of the noise, "I might talk them into sense if Greer isn't drunk and wanting to fight again."
"He said he never drank—I don't know."
Caradoc nodded, "I'll go down and send them forward," he asserted with conviction, and started to climb out of the barrel.
Madden looked at the Englishman with a certain apprehension, "Caradoc, if you go down there where they are drinking, won't you——"
"No, I'm not going to drink."
"It will be a temptation."
"I have myself in hand now. This talk has done me good. No, I'm all right." He swung out of the barrel and started down the ratlines.
Leonard watched him anxiously, not at all sure of the outcome of his mission, not at all sure that the hot smell of rum in the galley would not again overcome his resistance.