to throw a big party tonight and lots needs to be done. Will you go?â
âI will.â
âIâll pick you up here at about six oâclock. By that time Iâll have some kind of an old truck. Iâve got one of the machinistâs mates out looking for one now.â
He left and Cramer came in. Syl asked him to sit down on the edge of one of the bunks but he preferred to remain standing. When he was near Buller he did not look big, but he was about six feet tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, tough despite his gray hair.
âCaptain, I guess you heard there was some trouble in the forecastle last night â¦â
âWhat happened?â
âSome of the guys came in drunk. Thatâs not so surprising when you figure it was their first night in Australia.â
âIâm not surprised.â
âThey began fighting about who would get the lower bunks, or at least thatâs how it started. They tangled it up pretty good. I was afraid somebody would get really hurt so I put a stop to it.â
âHow?â
âFirst I ordered them to stop. They didnât. Now what do you think I should have done?â
âHow many men were involved?â
âFour, sir, and then a fifth joined in to help me. That was Grinelli.â
âHow many other men were aboard?â
âAbout ten, sir.â
âNext time you have to stop a fight, round up a gang of at least twice as many men as are involved and jump âem. That way you can smother a fight, not just add to it.â
âMost of the others were dead drunk, sir.â
âI can see you had a problem.â
âNot really. I knocked a few heads together and got everything quieted down in jig time. My only problem is Mr. Simpson. He wants to court-martial me or something.â
âHe wants to restrict you to the ship for thirty days.â
âIâd rather be court-martialed. So take my stripes away.â
âThat wonât be necessary, but you realize that itâs against regulations for anybody in the service to hit anybodyââ
âI didnât hit. I just knocked heads.â
âAny physical attack is against the law, and I guess for good reason. You could hurt someone bad and if one of them hit you, he could be hung for attacking a chief petty officer. It would be better to let the boys fight it out than to wade in without enough force to smother it.â
âSir, I donât think this is liable to happen again.â
âHas everyone permanently reformed?â
âNo sir, but I used to be a prison guard and I know men pretty well. If you put a bunch of prisoners who donât know each other in a cell, there will be a lot of lighting until they set up what the warden called a pecking order. After that they usually donât bother each other too much.â
âThat sounds about right, but I hate to think weâre running a ship like a prison.â
âIn a lot of ways itâs about the same thing, ainât it?â
âWas there any officer aboard when that fight started?â
âJust Mr. Simpson, sir. I told him right off. He said I was master of arms and I should handle it.â
âNext time you have trouble, call me if Iâm here.â
âSir, the boys all know Iâm head rooster now. There ainât going to be no more trouble.â
âWeâll forget this whole incident, but I donât want you to knock any more heads. Iâd rather have you use firehoses.â
âIn the forecastle? That would wet a lot of beds.â
âYou win, chief,â Syl said with a laugh, âbut if any man charges that you hit him, you know what Iâll have to do.â
âYes sir, but theyâre all glad that I settled it there and then. They like that better than being restricted for thirty days.â
âCarry on, chief. If we have to have a pecking order, Iâm glad the master of arms