The man escaped eagerly. He had been willing enough to talk about Slatter's knife and his own good deed; but this other was another matter. Whiskey in the fo'c's'le.... This was in the early morning, before the whole story had spread to every man. Faith went quickly below, and asked his keys from Noll, and went into the storeroom. Found nothing there to guide her.... But while she was there, Tinch, the cook, came down to get coffee.... She studied the man thoughtfully.... "Tinch," she said, finger pressing her cheek, "I left a jug down here.... It's gone. Have you seen it anywhere?" Tinch, a tall, lean man with a bald head, looked at her stupidly, and ran a thin finger through his straggly locks and thought. "Waal, now, ma'am," he said at last, "I rec'lect I see Roy fetch a jug up out o' here, yist'day." "Roy?" she asked. "What was he down here for?" "Come down to...." He looked at her, and was suddenly confused with fear he had played Judas. "Waal, now, ma'am," he drawled, "I cal'late you'd best ask the boy that there." She nodded at once. "Of course.... Thank you, Tinch." So Faith had this matter in her mind when Dan'l came down to find Noll, in mid-morning, and ask what was to be done about the tragedy. Noll said fretfully: "Slide Slatter over t'side, Mr. Tobey. Do I have to look after everything aboard this ship?" Dan'l nodded. "Hitch is fixing for that," he said. "What I mean is, how about Mauger? He says he done it." Noll said sullenly: "Well, if he says he done it, he done it." "That's what I say," Dan'l agreed. "Only thing is, Brander stands up for him. So what do you aim t'do?" "Brander stands up for him...." "Says he couldn't ha' done it, any ways." Noll threw up his fist angrily. "Damn it, Mr. Tobey; don't run to me with this. Find out what happened.... Then tell me. That's the thing.... My God, this ship is.... God's sake, Mr. Tobey, be a man." Dan'l said steadily: "All right; I say Mauger did it." Noll's cheeks turned pale and his eyes narrowed on the mate. "Stuck the knife in him?" "Yes." The captain's hands tapped his knees. "How did he know to stick it in the man's leg so neat? Most men would ha' struck for the back.... The man knows the uses of a knife, Mr. Tobey." Dan'l nodded. "Oh, aye...." Noll looked furtively toward the door. "I've allus said he'd a knife for me.... He'll be on my back, one day...." He was trembling, and he poured a drink and swallowed it. Faith, sitting near him, looked up, looked at Dan'l, then bent her head over her book again. Dan'l said: "I think it's wise to put him in irons." Noll roared: "Then do it, Mr. Tobey. Don't come whining to me with your little matters. I'm an old man, Dan'l.... I'm weary and old.... Settle such things.... That's the business of a mate, Mr. Tobey...." Faith said quietly, without looking up: "Why make so much talk? Mr. Brander has explained what happened."