Well, well! What am I laughing about?
Money always makes me want to laugh, and now I'm laughing about money.
Do you understand that?
No, you don't.

Perhaps you will before long.
Patience, my friend!" For some reason the blood of McTee grew cold and colder as he listened.
His original suspicion of insanity grew weaker.

He was being mocked, and the mad do not mock.
"So tonight is the last night of Harrigan, eh ?" said Henshaw suddenly.
"In the name of God," said McTee, deeply shaken, "why do you speak of that?
Yes, tonight he dies!" "Alone!" said Henshaw in a changed voice.

"He dies alone! It must be a grim thing to die alone at sea--to slip into the black water--to drink the salt--a little struggle--and then the light goes out.

So!" He shivered and folded his arms.