"I want to know where she is!" "I can't hardly say," said the captain awkwardly.

"We found the gig o' the Lady Jermyn the week arter we found you, bein' becalmed like; there wasn't no lady aboard her, though." "Was there anybody ?" "Two dead 'uns--an' this here paper." "Let me see it!" The skipper hesitated.
"Hadn't you better wait a bit ?" "No, no; for Christ's sake let me see the worst; do you think I can't read it in your face ?" I could--I did.

I made that plain to them, and at last I had the paper smoothed out upon my knees.

It was a short statement of the last sufferings of those who had escaped in the gig, and there was nothing in it that I did not now expect.

They had buried Ready first--then my darling--then her step-father.