"He wasn't fit to sail a paper-boat in a bath," said Plump.
"Then he's dead," said Dodman with a strange wink. And Plump's face lighted up slowly.
"He's still dead," said Plump. "And if the owners don't like it they can lump it. And, what's more, I don't believe our new skipper would stand aside now for any man that ever breathed."
"If he does he's not the man I take him for," said the second mate. "I shall get up that blue paint in the forenoon watch, sir."
"Get it up," said Plump. And in ten minutes he fell fast asleep again. For it takes more than a little to rob a seaman of his slumber. But at four bells in the morning watch he had to communicate the news to the new skipper, who was an early bird. He broke the news warily, for he dreaded lest the 'old man' should do something in a hurry which he and others might repent of afterwards.
"It would be a mighty strange thing, sir, if Captain Brogger wasn't dead after all," he remarked just a trifle nervously after Greig had walked the deck once or twice.
