of a poor devil of a sailor-man doomed to die ashore. I am still sorry to remember that Rattray judged him differently. “Come on, skipper,” said he; “it’s all or none aboard the lugger, and I think it will be none. Up you go; wait a second in the room above, and I’ll find you an old cutlass. I shan’t be longer.” He turned to me with a wry smile. “We’re not half-armed,” he said; “they’ve caught us fairly on the hop; it should be fun! Good-by, Cole; I wish you’d had another round for that revolver. Good-by, Eva!”
soul but me. My nerves are in little ends. I came down here for peace and quiet and sleep. Do you bow that I have hardly slept for two months? And now I shall never sleep again! O my God I shall die for want of it! The wine has done it. I never should have touched a drop. I can’t stand it; I can’t sleep