But just then Plump came for'ard to the break of the poop.
"Mr. Plump, Mr. Plump," cried Brogger. It has to be owned that the mate started just a trifle at the sound of his voice. "Mr. Plump, I'm Captain Brogger, and who's this?"
"Stop," said Greig, "stop right here. Mr. Plump, do you recognise this man?"
It was impossible to recognise him by anything but his voice, and Plump truly denied that he saw the least resemblance to the dead skipper.
"Call Mr. Dodman," said Greig. And Dodman said he couldn't see the faintest likeness.
"Then how do I know you all?" asked Brogger.
"It's my belief you sailed with us three voyages back," said Dodman. "I seem to have seen you somewhere."
"That will do," said Greig; "go for'ard and behave yourself, or you'll find out, whether you're Brogger or Juggins, or the Lord Muck from Bog Island, that I'm captain here. Bo'-son!"
The bo'son came from the galley, where he was taking in the situation with the cook.
