I glanced again at my companion.

He had not changed his position, but still sat motionless, save that his dry lips were again working and twitching as though they tried to follow the words of the song.

Presently the footsteps again began to advance, and again the voice broke out-- "So it's hey! for the homeward bound, my lads, And ho! for the drunken crew.
For his messmates round lie dead and drowned, And the devil has got his due, my Lads-- Sing ho! but he--" He saw us.

He had turned the corner, and stood facing us; and as he faced us, I understood my companion's horror.

The new-comer wore a shirt of the same red colour as my comrade, and trousers of the same stuff, but less cut and torn with the rocks.