"What's hup with ther Second hoffìcer?" he asked, after a short stare.
I looked at him, and the other two men looked up at me. I felt I should go off with a bang, if I did not say something, and I let out pretty stiffly, telling them the whole business. Yet, I had seen enough to know that it was no good trying to explain things; so I just told them the plain, bold facts, and left explanations as much alone as possible.
"Three times, you say?" said Stubbins when I had finished.
"Yes," I assented.
"An' ther Old Man sent yer from ther wheel this mornin', 'cause yer 'appened ter see a ship 'e couldn't," Plummer added in a reflective tone.
"Yes," I said, again.
I thought I saw him look at Quoin, significantly; but Stubbins, I noticed, looked only at me.
"I reckon ther Second thinks you're a bit hoff colour," he remarked, after a short pause.
"The Second Mate's a fool!" I said, with some bitterness. "A confounded fool!"
"I hain't so sure about that," he replied. "It's bound ter seem queer ter him. I don't understand it myself—"