'Do you know that today, when I came on board, I trembled ?' 'You concealed it well,' stammered Herrick.
'A habit of mine,' said Attwater.

'But I was afraid, for all that: I was afraid of the two wolves.' He raised his hand slowly.

'And now, Hay, you poor lost puppy, what do you do with the two wolves ?' 'What do I do?
I don't do anything,' said Herrick.

'There is nothing wrong; all is above board; Captain Brown is a good soul; he is a...

he is...' The phantom voice of Davis called in his ear: 'There's going to be a funeral' and the sweat burst forth and streamed on his brow.