'Bout an hour ago yer must a had a touch o' tremens, fer, all at onct yer cum chargin' out on deck, an' tried ter knife LeVere, an' he flung yer overboard.
We sorter figured thet yer went down, an' never cum up agin." LeVere broke in with a savage snarl.
"What's all that?
Do you mean, Haines, that this is the same damned scamp who tried to stick me ?" "No doubt of it.

But he never knew what he was dloin'-- he wus crazy as a loon.

There's nuthin' fer yer ter fuss over now.

Tell us about it, Gates--the bath must have sobered yer up ?" I watched LeVere, but he remained motionless, a mere shadow.
"I suppose it must have been thet, sir," I confessed respectfully, "if things happened as you say they did.

I haven't any memory o' tryin' ter slash nobody.