STOB 18

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"Yes," he said, looking over his domain with satisfaction, "excellent."

But as soon as he said these words, and perhaps in answer to them, the Badger's list (which he now noticed had increased by several degrees) caused all of the furniture to slide over to the cabin's starboard side. he was in the act of disentangling it when a midshipman darted in.

"The Master's compliments, sir, and may he run the port guns out?" said the midshipman.

"The larboard guns?" cried Philip. "Yes, Mr, uh - yes, whatever he sees fit. And my compliments, of course. What the devil can he want with the larboard guns," he asked himself after the midshipmen left. "Steward," he cried, "Steward, pass the word from the carpenter."

The carpenter appeared, dripping wet from hanging over the stern with his mates. "I think we might be able to fadge something together with iron from the hinges and like, for new pintles and gudgeons," he began, but Philip cut him off.

"This desk needs a new leg," he said, "and I should like it and the table to fixed to the deck here, and here."

"Yes, sir, said the carpenter," shall I leave the rudder for the time being?"

"The rudder? Oh, yes, how is that coming? You said something about hinges?"

"Yes, sir. If we take the hinges and latches from all of the doors the armorer thinks he can make a new set of pintles and gudgeons."

"Then do that," said Philip, "but while he's busy with that you can see to this desk. Yes?" he said to a knock at the door.

The midshipman opened the door. "Mr. South's compliments, sir, and it wants only a few minutes of noon."

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