He asked, "How is young Adam? I did not see him when I came aboard," As he said it he saw the stiffness come to Herrick's face.

"I was about to tell you, sir. He is with the surgeon," He looked at the deck. "A slight accident, but, thank God, no real harm done."

Bolitho replied, "The truth, Thomas. Is my nephew ill?" Herrick looked up, his blue eyes suddenly angry. "A stupid argument with his opposite number in the Osiris, sir. Her sixth lieutenant gave some sort of insult. They went ashore on their separate duties but arranged to meet and settle the matter."

Bolitho made himself walk slowly to the stem windows and stare down at the swirling water around the rudder. "A duel?"

Just the sound of the worn made him feel sick. Despairing. Like father like son? It was not possible.

"High spirits more like." Herrick sounded unconvinced. "Neither was badly hurt, though I gather Adam nicked the other fellow the worse."

Bolitho turned and regarded him calmly. "I will see him directly."

Herrick swallowed. "With your permission, sir, I should like to deal with the matter myself."

Bolitho nodded slowly, feeling a great gap yawning between him and his friend.

He said quietly, "Of course, Thomas. Adam Pascoe is my nephew. But he is one of your officers now. "

Herrick tried to relax. "I am deeply sorry to trouble you in your first hour, sir. Not for the whole world would I wish that. "

"I know." He smiled gravely. "It was foolish of me to interfere. I was a flag-captain and often resented my superior's hand in my own affairs."

Herrick looked around the big cabin, eager to change the subject.

"I hope everything is to your liking, sir. Your servant is preparing a meal, and I have had some hands detailed to stow your chests for you. "