the captain inspects the division next to us and says something sharp to the midshipman in charge of that division , mr. wemple , fourteen years old if he 's a day , and mr. wemple turns bright red but keeps his head up 'cause hangin ' your head ai n't allowed in officers , even if they want to do it and i can tell mr. wemple really wants to do it and crawl away and hide but instead he says , `` yes , sir , beggin ' your pardon , sir , i 'll see to it right away , sir . ''