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           Shuanwasonhisfeetinatrice;hestilllookeddazed,buthemeantmurder,ay,andwouldhavedoneit,forthesecondtimethatnight,hadnotthecaptainsteppedinbetweenhimandhisvictim.

           “Sitdown!”roarsthecaptain.“Yesotandswine,doyeknowwhatye’vedone?Ye’vemurderedtheboy!”

           Mr.Shuanseemedtounderstand;forhesatdownagain,andputuphishandtohisbrow.

           “Well,”hesaid,“hebroughtmeadirtypannikin!”

           Atthatword,thecaptainandIandMr.Riachalllookedateachotherforasecondwithakindoffrightenedlook;andthenHoseasonwalkeduptohischiefofficer,tookhimbytheshoulder,ledhimacrosstohisbunk,andbadehimliedownandgotosleep,asyoumightspeaktoabadchild.Themurderercriedalittle,buthetookoffhissea-bootsandobeyed.

           “Ah!”criedMr.Riach,withadreadfulvoice,“yeshouldhaveinterferedlongsyne.It’stoolatenow.”

           “Mr.Riach,”saidthecaptain,“thisnight’sworkmustneverbekenntinDysart.Theboywentoverboard,sir;that’swhatthestoryis;andIwouldgivefivepoundsoutofmypocketitwastrue!”Heturnedtothetable.“Whatmadeyethrowthegoodbottleaway?”headded.“Therewasnaesenseinthat,sir.Here,David,drawmeanother.They’reinthebottomlocker;”andhetossedmeakey.“Ye’llneedaglassyourself,sir,”headdedtoRiach.“Yonwasanuglythingtosee.