"But you did your best, too, Pat." "Bad was the bist then, alannah, bad cess to it!" said he.

"There, now, Mister Leigh, dhrink your coffee an' ha' done with it.

The poor chap's gone, and we can't call him back; but have you heard tell of the news?
Misther `Old-son-of-a-gun' is moighty bad this morning, too, and the skipper think's he's a going too, by the same token!" "Indeed!" I cried, turning towards the tent, seeing Captain Billings standing close by it.

The news was too true.

The wetting and shock to the system had completed what a low fever had begun, and Mr Ohlsen's days--nay, hours--were numbered.