The rest expected to follow fast enough.
It was all written plainly, on a sheet of the log-book, in different trembling hands.

Captain Harris had gone next; and two had been discovered dead.
How long I studied that bit of crumpled paper, with the salt spray still sparkling on it faintly, God alone knows.

All at once a peal of nightmare laughter rattled through the cabin.

My deliverers started back.

The laugh was mine..