'What's going on, above ?' 'You won't let one speak,' replied the boy.

'They--ha, ha, ha!--they think you're--you're dead.

Ha ha ha!' 'Dead!' cried Quilp, relaxing into a grim laugh himself.

'No.

Do they?
Do they really, you dog ?' 'They think you're--you're drowned,' replied the boy, who in his malicious nature had a strong infusion of his master.