"Mr. Seymour!" This from Rawson.
Young Seymour hesitated, but his freckled face was blazing. "Yes, sir."
He replied mechanically. But his fists were balled and he advanced
angrily on Durk. "You can't do it! Captain's got more brains than the
whole bunch of you!"
"Shut up, Squirt!"
Young Seymour lunged at Durk and pounded his fists again the alligator
toughness of the underofficer. Durk deftly cuffed the cabin boy and
knocked him into a corner.
Seymour rose slowly, wiping the blood from the cut on his lips. He
charged again with head lowered and balled fists.