He is not feeling very well." "And tell Johnson to douse him with a few buckets of salt water," he added, in a lower tone for my ear alone.
I left Mr.Mugridge on deck, in the hands of a couple of grinning sailors who had been told off for the purpose.

Mr.Mugridge was sleepily spluttering that he was a gentleman's son.

But as I descended the companion stairs to clear the table I heard him shriek as the first bucket of water struck him.
Wolf Larsen was counting his winnings.
"One hundred and eighty-five dollars even," he said aloud.

"Just as I thought.

The beggar came aboard without a cent." "And what you have won is mine, sir," I said boldly.
He favoured me with a quizzical smile.