The request-men, who had heard all this a good many times before, sucked their teeth in acquiescence. The Captain was walking up and down the other side of the deck talking to the Commander. They turned together and came towards the table. The Captain's Clerk opened the request-book and laid it before the Captain. "'Erbert Reynolds," intoned the Master-at-Arms in a stentorian voice. "Able seaman.
The Commander, perhaps the busiest man on board, snatched the moment's respite to confer with the Carpenter, who had been hovering round waiting for his opportunity. The Master-at-Arms was standing by the bollards alternately sucking a stump of pencil and making cryptic notations in his request-book.