"Stow your lip! Sink me, if you don't all do as you're bid, an' keep still tongues in your 'eds, I'll want to know w'y--P.D.Q." A big, blond Norwegian, Hans Olsen by name, strode forward.

Unlike the usual self-contained Norseman, he was reputed a "sea-lawyer" in the forecastle.
"We haf somedings ter zay for our lifes, yez," he protested.

Coke bent and butted him violently in the stomach with his head.

The man crashed against the rocky wall, and sat dazed where he had fallen.
"You've got to obey orders--savvy ?" growled Coke.
"Yez," gasped Olsen, evidently fearing a further assault.
The incident ended.

Its outstanding feature was the amazing activity displayed by the burly skipper, who had rammed his man before the big fellow could lift a finger.