The men were silent for an instant, surprised and uneasy. Dan'l looked at the captain; Noll's head was bent. Dan'l ventured to say: "You think Mr. Brander is right?" "Of course." Dan'l suggested awkwardly: "You--think he's telling truth?" Faith nodded. "Any one can see that...." Dan'l laughed mirthlessly, "Then we'd best write.... We'd best let Mr. Brander write his story in the log, sir." Faith looked at Dan'l steadily; then she turned to her husband. "Noll," she said, "you write the log. I'll tell you what to write." He looked up at her stupidly, not understanding. She got up and opened the log book and gave him a pen. He protested: "Faith, wait...." She touched his shoulder lightly with her hand, silencing him. "Write this," she said; and when Noll took the pen, she dictated: "Some one gave the men liquor this day; they were drinking in the fo'c's'le. When Mr. Brander went forward to quiet them...." She saw Noll had fallen behind with his writing, and waited a moment, then repeated more slowly: "When Mr. Brander went forward to quiet them, Slatter attacked him with a knife. In the struggle, Slatter dropped the knife, and a moment later fell on it, dying from the wound." She repeated the last sentence a second time, so that Noll got it word for word; and then she took the log from him, and blotted it, and put it away. Dan'l Tobey protested: "Aren't you saying anything about Mauger?" Faith smiled quietly. "Thank you for reminding me," She opened the log again, bade Noll write, said slowly: "The man Mauger saved Mr. Brander's life by tripping Slatter as he charged." Dan'l grimaced as she finished.... "Now," said Faith, "Slatter was not important; at least he is no longer important. But there is one thing, Noll, that you must stop.... The whiskey that went forward...." Noll looked at her slowly, frowning as though he sought to understand; Dan'l said: "That was probably Slatter, stole it. The men say so...." "He took it forward," Faith agreed. "But he did not get it from the stores. He could not." She hesitated, her lips white; then she set them firmly. "Dan'l, fetch Roy here," she said. Dan'l was so surprised that for an instant he did not stir. "Roy?" he repeated. "What's he...." Faith looked to her husband. "Will you tell him to bring Roy?" she asked. Noll asked heavily: "What's the boy.... Go along, Dan'l. Fetch him." Dan'l got up at once, and went out, closing the door behind him. They heard him go on deck.... A minute later, he was back with Roy at his heels, and Faith saw her brother's face was white. She asked quickly: "Roy, why did you steal a jug of whiskey from the stores?" Roy cried, on the instant: "That's a lie." Faith studied him. He expected accusation, questioning. Instead she nodded. "All right." "Who says I stole whiskey?" Roy demanded. "I," Faith told him. "Who.... Somebody lied to you...." "No." Roy was near tears with bafflement. "Why.... What makes you...."