"Who the hell are you ?" "Joe Gates, sir," I answered quickly, mouthing the first name which came to my lips.
"Gates--Joe Gates ?" peering savagely into my face, but unable to distinguish the features.

"I never heard of anybody on board by that name.

Who is the fellow, Haines ?" The Englishman gripped me by the sleeve to whirl me about, but as his fingers touched the soaked cloth of my jacket, he burst forth with an oath.
"By God! but he's wet enough to be the same lad you chucked overboard an hour ago.

Damn me, I believe he is.

Say, mate, are you the gay buck we hauled aboard drunk, and dumped inter the for'cassel ?" "I dunno, sir," I answered dumbly, believing it best not to remember too much.