Well, we abandoned her, and took to the boats.

I commanded one." "And Hudson the other ?" "Hudson! No." "Why, how was that?
and what has become of him ?" "What has become of Hudson ?" said Wylie, with a start.

"There's a question! And not a drop to wet my lips and warm my heart.

Is this a tale to tell dry?
Can't ye spare a drop of brandy to a poor devil that has earned ye 150,000 pounds, and risked his life, and wrecked his soul to do it ?" Wardlaw cast a glance of contempt on him, but got up and speedily put a bottle of old brandy, a tumbler and a caraffe of water on the table before him.
Wylie drank a wineglassful neat, and gave a sort of sigh of satisfaction.
And then ensued a dialogue, in which, curiously enough, the brave man was agitated, and the timid man was cool and collected.

But one reason was, the latter had not imagination enough to realize things unseen, though he had caused them.
Wylie told him how Hudson got to the bottle, and would not leave the ship.