"Well, then, we can't sit and chitter here," said
Wicks, "till we've cleaned ship; and I can't turn to
till I've had gin, and the gin's in the cabin, and
who's to fetch it?"
"I will," said Carthew, "if any one has matches."
Amalu passed him a box, and he went aft and down the
companion and into the cabin, stumbling upon bodies.
Then he struck a match, and his looks fell upon two
living eyes.
"Well?" asked Mac, for it was he who still survived in
that shambles of a cabin.
"It's done; they're all dead," answered Carthew.
"Christ!" said the Irishman, and fainted.
The gin was found in the dead captain's cabin; it was
brought on deck, and all hands had a dram, and attacked
their further task. The night was come, the moon would
not be up for hours; a lamp was set on the main hatch
to light Amalu as he washed down decks; and the galley
lantern was taken to guide the others in their
graveyard business. Holdorsen, Hemstead, Trent, and
Goddedaal were first disposed of, the last still
breathing as he went over the side; Wallen followed;
and then Wicks, steadied by the gin, went aloft with a
boathook and succeeded in dislodging Hardy.
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