One on 'em kep' snivelling and wringing of his 'ands; he come on board all of a sop like a monthly nurse.

That Trent, he come first, with his 'and in a bloody rag.

I was near 'em as I am to you; and I could make out he was all to bits--'eard his breath rattle in his blooming lungs as he come down the ladder.

Yes, they was a scared lot, small blame to 'em, I say! The next after Trent, come him as was mate." "Goddedaal!" I exclaimed.
"And a good name for him too," chuckled the man-o'-war's man, who probably confounded the word with a familiar oath.

"A good name too; only it weren't his.