"When he calls me doctor, I'll go," said the other, stiffly.
"Cook!" bawled the second officer. "Cook! COOK!"
He came running forward, his face red and angry, and his fist doubled. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" he demanded, fiercely.
"I've been promoted," said Carson, sweetly. "I'm ship's surgeon now."
"Come down below at once, or I'll take you there by the scruff of your neck," vociferated the other.
"You're not big enough, little man," said the doctor, still smiling. "Well, well, lead the way, and we'll see what we can do."
He followed the speechless second officer below, and found the boy's description of the first officer's state as moonlight unto sunlight, as water unto wine. Even the second officer was appalled at the spectacle, and ventured a protest.
"Gie me something at once," yelled Mr. Mackenzie.
"Do you wish me to undertake your case?" inquired the doctor, suavely.
Mr. Mackenzie said that he did, in seven long, abusive, and wicked sentences.