"I have, sir, for ten minutes."
The commander said no more, but stalked to the quarter mentioned, where he found the man sulking against the mast. Going up quietly, he caught the fellow by the shoulder.
"You have refused to obey such-and-such an order," he said, mentioning the order in question.
"It ain't in my line of duty," grumbled the paymaster's assistant.
Again the eyes of the commander flashed fire, but he kept his temper. "I have been in the navy for twenty-six years, and have made naval affairs the study of my life. I tell you that it is the duty of every man to obey the orders of his superior officers. Do you intend to obey?"
The eyes of the man dropped, and he shifted his feet uneasily. "It ain't in the line of my duty—I didn't enlist for it," he muttered doggedly.
Without waiting a moment. Captain Dewey turned to the corporal standing by.
"Call the guard," he said briefly. "Order them to load with ball."
The necessary orders were given, there was a scurry of feet and a clicking of rifles, and a line of marines were drawn up on one side of the deck,
