the cabin-boy whipped out of it and popped up the companion-way to see, and the big Norse mate emerged deliberately behind him.
By this time the fat negro steward and most of the crew had come aft and gathered about the prostrate Burke.
The first-mate cleared the scouse from his neck and collar, took some tarred marline from an outside pocket of his pea-jacket, and in a leisurely way went down into the waist. He had the men turn Burke over and tie his hands behind him and his ankles together. Then he had buckets of sea-water dashed over him. Burke soon regained consciousness.
"Carry him forward and put him in his bunk," the mate commanded. "When he says he will behave cut him loose."
Captain Benson had come on deck and was standing by the booby-hatch.
"That man ought to be put in irons," he said as the mate turned.
The mate's eyes were on his face as he said it.
"He needs no irons," he retorted crisply. "Why make a mountain out of a mole-hill."
I had been hoping that I was getting used to the sea, for I was only passively uncomfortable and mildly wretched. But sometime that night it came on to blow fresh and I waked acutely sea-sick and suffering violently from horrible
