Turning round, I beheld M.Letourneur standing with outstretched hand, and with his long white hair falling over his thin livid face that was almost sublime in its calmness.

I divined at once the reason of this voluntary offer; I knew that it was the father's devotion in self-sacrifice that led him to undertake the office.
"As soon as you please," said the boatswain, and handed him the hat.
M.Letourneur proceeded to draw out the folded strips of paper one by one, and after reading out aloud the name upon it, handed it to its owner.
The first name called was that of Burke, who uttered a cry of delight; then followed Flaypole and the boatswain.

What his name really was I never could exactly learn.

Then came Falsten, Curtis, Sandon.

More than half had now been called, and my name had not yet been drawn.