He had made thoroughly good hauls of gold at the last, and was going home to spend it.

He was the second killed, poor fellow; had risen up with a volley of oaths (excuses begged again) to defend the captain, and was struck down and killed.
Poor Jabez Gum gasped.

_Killed ?_ was the gentleman _sure_?
Quite sure; and, moreover, he saw his body thrown overboard with the rest of the dead.

And the money--the gold?
Jabez asked, when he had somewhat recovered himself.

The passenger laughed--not at the poor father, but at the worse than useless question; gold and everything else on board the _Morning Star_ had gone down with her to the bottom of the sea.
A species of savage impulse rose in the clerk's mind, replacing his first emotion of grief; an impulse that might almost have led him to murder the villain Gordon, could he have come across him.