I said nothing.

He went down the ladder, and the dog, that was always at his heels whenever he moved, night or day, followed, sliding nose first, after him.

I heard his boot-heels tap, tap on the after-deck, then he stopped and spoke to the dog--'Go back, Rover.

On the bridge, boy! Go on--get.' Then he calls out to me from the dark, 'Shut that dog up in the chart-room, Mr.Jones--will you ?' '"This was the last time I heard his voice, Captain Marlow.

These are the last words he spoke in the hearing of any living human being, sir." At this point the old chap's voice got quite unsteady.