Even that piece of dead weight (shipped A.B.at eighteen dollars, and described by the captain to the consul as an invaluable man) was at last hauled on board without mishap; and the doctor, with civil salutations, took his leave.
The three co-adventurers looked at each other, and Davis heaved a breath of relief.
'Now let's get this chronometer fixed,' said he, and led the way into the house.

It was a fairly spacious place; two staterooms and a good-sized pantry opened from the main cabin; the bulkheads were painted white, the floor laid with waxcloth.

No litter, no sign of life remained; for the effects of the dead men had been disinfected and conveyed on shore.

Only on the table, in a saucer, some sulphur burned, and the fumes set them coughing as they entered.

The captain peered into the starboard stateroom, where the bed-clothes still lay tumbled in the bunk, the blanket flung back as they had flung it back from the disfigured corpse before its burial.
'Now, I told these niggers to tumble that truck overboard,' grumbled Davis.