Good Lord, sir, don't you know that a couple of your men jumped overboard last night,--or early this morning, rather?
Just as the ship was rounding that big headland--" "Good God, man, are you in earnest ?" cried Mr.Mott, starting toward the door.
"I certainly am.

I took them for deserters, of course,--not suicides, because they didn't forget to put on life preservers before they jumped.
I haven't a doubt they were picked up, so there's no use worrying.

A minute or two after they went over,--from the bottom deck or whatever you call it,--I heard a motor boat popping away like a gatling-gun not far,--" But he was alone.

Captain Trigger had dashed out of the cabin in the wake of the First Officer.
Algernon Adonis Percival stared blankly at the open door.
"Good Lord, why all this excitement over a couple of bums ?" he said, addressing space.

"If they were working for me, I'd thank the Lord to be rid of 'em so cheaply.