All were empty and in disorder, while bending my ear to the locked door, I could distinguish the heavy breathing of its inmate, the fellow was evidently sound asleep.
"What do you make of it, Tom ?" I asked, facing him in the dim halo of light.
"Well, sir," scratching his head with his disengaged hand, "Thar ain't but two more places ter look--the cuss is either in the lazaret, er' else hidin' in the passage forward; more likely the last." "Why not the lazaret ?" "Cause thar wouldn't be no object fer him to go thar.

He dudn't get out agin with the kiver shut down.

The thing he'd most likely try fer wud be ter release them lads amidships--that'd give him a gang o' bullies ter fight with.

My idea is, sir, he thought he'd have time ter git the bulkhead door open, before anybody cum below--he an' the steward, who'd know what the tools wus.

That wus the scheme, only we busted in too quick.