Yes, I must have heard them.

In memory now I recognized the voice of the chief mate, but there again came in the assisted imagination.

Yet I was not so sure of this as before.

I thought of Santos and his horrible heavy cane.

Good God! she was in the power of that! I must live for Eva indeed; must save myself to save and protect my innocent and helpless girl.
Again I was a man; stronger than ever was the stimulus now, louder than ever the call on every drop of true man's blood in my perishing frame.
It should not perish! It should not! Yet my throat was parched; my lips were caked; my frame was hollow.