And the girl, too!" He laughed and turned away.
"I thought," muttered McTee, "that we could end it by simply dying--but I forgot the girl." "The girl," answered Harrigan, "and--and them! She's got to die before we're too far gone.

You'll do that to save her from--them ?" McTee moistened his parched lips before he could speak.
"One of us has to do it, but it can't be me, Harrigan." "Nor me, Angus.

We'll wait till tonight.

Maybe a ship'll pass and see us lyin' like a derelict and put a boat aboard, eh ?" "But if no ship comes, then we'll draw straws, eh ?" "Yes." Two sharp, sudden cries now called their attention back to the waist of the ship to the blood-stained hatch cover where Van Roos lay.
Sam Hall had approached the big mate with a knife in his hand.

He kneeled beside the prostrate body and fumbled at the face an instant.
No one had been able to make out the significance of his act.