Seven dead.

Oh, hell! What's the good of talkin' ?" "How many recruits left ?" Sheldon asked.
"Lost half.

Thirty left.

Twenty down, and ten tottering around." Sheldon sighed.
"That means another addition to the hospital.

We've got to get them ashore somehow .-- Viaburi! Hey, you, Viaburi, ring big fella bell strong fella too much." The hands, called in from the fields at that unwonted hour, were split into detachments.