The man lay on his side; Gascoigne turned him over and found that he was dead.
"Over with him, quick," said Jack, "before he comes to life again." The body disappeared under the wave--they again hoisted the sail.

Gascoigne took the helm, and our hero proceeded to draw water and wash away the stains of blood; he then cleared the boat of vine-leaves and rubbish, with which it was strewed, swept it clean fore and aft, and resumed his seat by his comrade.
"There," said Jack, "now we've swept the decks, we may pipe to dinner.
I wonder whether there is anything to eat in the locker." Jack opened it, and found some bread, garlic, sausages, a bottle of aquadente, and a jar of wine.
"So the padrone did keep his promise, after all." "Yes, and had you not tempted him with the sight of so much gold, might now have been alive." "To which I reply, that if you had not advised our going off in a speronare, he would now have been alive." "And if you had not fought a duel, I should not have given the advice." "And if the boatswain had not been obliged to come on board without his trousers at Gibraltar, I should not have fought a duel." "And if you had not joined the ship, the boatswain would have had his trousers on." "And if my father had not been a philosopher, I should not have gone to sea; so that it is all my father's fault, and he has killed four men off the coast of Sicily without knowing it--cause and effect.

After all, there's nothing like argument; so, having settled that point, let us go to dinner." Having finished their meal, Jack went forward and observed the land ahead; they steered the same course for three or four hours.
"We must haul our wind more," said Gascoigne; "it will not do to put into any small town; we have now to choose whether we shall land on the coast and sink the speronare, or land at some large town." "We must argue that point," replied Jack.
"In the meantime, do you take the helm, for my arm is quite tired," replied Gascoigne: "you can steer well enough: by-the-bye, I may as well look at my shoulder, for it is quite stiff." Gascoigne pulled off his coat, and found his shirt bloody and sticking to the wound, which, as we before observed, was slight.

He again took the helm, while Jack washed it clean, and then bathed it with aquadente.
"Now take the helm again," said Gascoigne; "I'm on the sick list." "And as surgeon--I'm an idler," replied Jack; "but what shall we do ?" continued he; "abandon the speronare at night and sink her, or run in for a town ?" "We shall fall in with plenty of boats and vessels if we coast it up to Palermo, and they may overhaul us." "We shall fall in with plenty of people if we go on shore, and they will overhaul us." "Do you know, Jack, that I wish we were back and alongside of the Harpy, I've had cruising enough." "My cruises are so unfortunate," replied Jack; "they are too full of adventure; but then I have never yet had a cruise on shore.

Now, if we could only get to Palermo, we should be out of all our difficulties." "The breeze freshens, Jack," replied Gascoigne; "and it begins to look very dirty to windward.