“What was the good?” said I. “They are all gone now - all gone to their account. Every man of us was a brute at the last. There was nothing to be gained by telling the public that.”
He let me go on until I came to another point which I had hitherto kept to myself: the condition of the dead mate’s fingers: the cries that the sight of them had recalled.
“That Portuguese villain again!” cried my companion, fairly leaping
“What was the good?” said I. “They are all gone now - all gone to their account. Every man of us was a brute at the last. There was nothing to be gained by telling the public that.”
He let me go on until I came to another point which I had hitherto kept to myself: the condition of the dead mate’s fingers: the cries that the sight of them had recalled.
“That Portuguese villain again!” cried my companion, fairly leaping
