"Poor fellow, he fell overboard and got caught by the sharks." "Dat is what I vant explain," painfully whispered the German, his voice failing him.

"Hermann vas not fall overboard.

He vas throwed over." "Thrown over! How--by whom ?" exclaimed the captain quite startled.
"He vas throw over by Davis--he one bad man." "Davis ?" cried Captain Miles, all of us eagerly listening.
"Ye-es.

Davis, he grab holt of poor Hermann and say, `ah, you rascal, Jackson, I have you now,' and den he pitch him over the side.

Poor Hermann, he give one yell, for he vas sleep and not awaken yet, and den dere vas a splash and de sharks swallow him up!" "Good heavens, man!" cried Captain Miles, "why did you not tell us of this before ?" "I vas afraid, and de man is now dead too; so I did not speak," answered the other slowly.
"Yes, he's dead and gone to his account! I suppose we need not talk about him any more," said the captain, deeply moved, adding a minute after, as if unable to keep his emotion to himself, "But, he was a scoundrel! I say, Jackson, you had a lucky escape from him last night!" "Thank God, sir, yes," replied the young seaman.