"I think I see him now, with his cutlass in one hand, and his rum bottle in the other, and the waves running over his poor, silly face, as she went down.

Poor Hiram! he and I had made many a trip together, before we took to this." And Wylie shuddered, and took another gulp at the brandy.
While he was drinking to drown the picture, Wardlaw was calmly reflecting on the bare fact.

"Hum," said he, "we must use that circumstance.

I'll get it into the journals.

Heroic captain.