"I'll stand out against the nickname," said the person intended to be designated, whilst the whole squad began to give symptoms of a mutiny of merriment. "I'll be d----d if I will have it, and that's as good as if I swore to it. I am not going to be cajoled at by the whole company." "Silence! Blood and butter, you villains!" roared the captain. "Don't you see that you're in line? How often have I told you that it's against discipline to chirp above a whisper when you are drawn out? Take care that I hav'n't to remind you of that again! Andy Clopper, you will keep the denomination I have set upon you. Platter Breech is a good soldier-like name, and you shall die in it, if I bid you. Go on, Orderly--proceed!" "Marrow Bone." "Here!" "Fire Nose." "Fire Nose yourself, Mister Disorderly!" replied another refractory member, sullenly from the ranks. "Well, let him pass. That's a cross-grained devil," said the captain, aside to Peppercorn. "I'll bring that chap into order yet, the d----d mutineering back hanger! Pass him." "Screech Owl." "Here!" "That's a decent, good-natured Screech Owl," said Peppercorn. "Clapper Claw! Bow Legs!" "Both here." "They are all here, most comfortable Captain, all good fellows and true, and as ready to follow you into the belly of an earthquake as go to supper, it is all the same to them." "Let them follow where I lead, Peppercorn; that is all I ask, said Habershaw significantly. "You have forgot one name on your roll, Mister Orderly," said he who had been written down by the name of Fire Nose. "Whose was that?" "You forgot Captain Moonface Bragger--captain of the squad."