living;, and yet I felt vaguely there was some special thing I wished to live for, something that had not been very long in my ken; something that had perhaps nerved and strengthened me all these hours. What, then, could it be? I could not think.
For moments or for minutes I wondered stupidly, dazed as I was. Then I remembered - and the tears gushed to my eyes. How could I ever have forgotten? I deserved it all, all, all! To think that many a time we must have sat together on this very coop! I
quartermaster and my steward, and Jose the nigger,” said he. “That’s quite enough, Mr. Cole, for I ain’t above an oar myself; but, by God, I’m skipper o’ this here ship, and I’ll skip her as long as I remain aboard!”
I saw his hand go to his belt; I saw the pistols stuck there for mutineers. I looked