A sailor! An officer! No! A wretch like you deserves no better than to be left here to drown.
"This Stafford--on his death-bed--told the parson that when he heard these words he went crazy again.

He snatched his hand with the revolver in it out of the drawer, and fired without aiming.

Captain Harry fell right in with a crash like a stone on top of the burning papers, putting the blaze out.

All dark.

Not a sound.