of the bottles a most surprising number had been drunk out and thrown away. Certainly, since the mutiny. began, not a man of them could ever have been sober.
Foraging about I found a bottle with some brandy left, for Hands; and for myself I routed out some biscuit, some pickled fruits, a great bunch of raisins, and a piece of cheese. With these I came on deck, put down my own stock behind the rudder-head, and well out of the cockswain's reach, went forward to the waterbreaker, and had a good, deep drink of water, and then, and not until then, gave Hands the brandy.
He must have drunk a gill before he took the bottle from his mouth.
"Ay," said he, "'by thunder, but I wanted some o' that!"
I had sat down already in my own corner and began to eat.
"Much hurt?" I asked him.
He grunted, or, rather, I might say, he barked. "If that doctor was aboard," he said, "I'd be right enough in a couple of turns; but I don't have no manner of luck, you see, and that's what's the matter with me. As for that swab, he's good and dead, he is," he added, indicating the man with the red cap. "He warn't no seaman, anyhow. And where mought you have come from?"
"Well," said I, "I've come aboard to take possession of this ship, Mr. Hands, and you'll please regard me as your captain until further notice."
