Dumble scarcely glanced at his interlocutor.
"Why, Sir Henry Cranston, to be sure," was the agitated answer.

"These lubbers of sea hands are all coming off first, and the line won't stand for more than another one or two," he added, dropping his voice.
Then the thrill of those few minutes' excitement unrolled itself into a great drama before Lessingham's eyes.

Sir Henry was on that ship as near as any man might wish to be to death.
"'Ere's the next," Jimmy muttered, as they turned the windlass vigorously.

"Gosh, 'e's a heavy one, too!" Then came a cry which sounded like a moan and above it the shrill fearful yell of a man who feels himself dropping out of the world's hearing.

Lessingham raised the lantern which stood on the beach by Jimmy's side.