"Pass the word for the master-at-arms," he added to the nearest officer.
"Oh, you are the cap'n of this hooker," added the master of the West Wind, this time without any expletives.

"I have somethin' to say to you, Cap'n, and I want to complain of your officers." "When you have learned how to behave yourself, I will hear you," replied the commander, as the master-at-arms, who is the chief of police on board a ship of war, presented himself, touching his cap to the supreme authority of the steamer.

"What is the trouble here, Mr.Passford ?" asked Captain Breaker in a very gentle tone, in contrast with the quiet sternness with which he had spoken to Captain Sullendine.
"No trouble at all, sir; I was about to hear the report of French, the prize-master of the schooner, when the captain of her interfered," replied Christy.
"My story comes in before the prize-master's, as you call him, though he ain't nothin' but a common sailor," interposed Captain Sullendine again.
"Will you be silent ?" demanded the commander.
"No, I will not! This is an outrage!" stormed the captain of the West Wind, with a liberal spicing of oaths in his speech.
"Put this man in irons, master-at-arms, and commit him to the brig," added Captain Breaker.
The petty officer called upon the ship's corporal, whom he had brought with him, and placed his hand on the arm of the rebellious master, who showed fight.

A couple of seamen were called to assist the police force, and Captain Sullendine was dragged below with his wrists ironed behind him.
"Now you can proceed, French," said the captain.
"When I left you, all was quiet on board of the West Wind," added Christy, beginning to make a slight explanation for the benefit of the commander.

"Captain Sullendine was very drunk, asleep in his berth, with the door of his stateroom securely fastened upon him.