"Rest to a good ship," said Dan, in melancholy mood; but I said—
"Rest to a friend." I had known the man whose death had come; and when his body went below I hungered for the grip of the hand which was then washed by the Channel waves.
"Give way," I cried to the men, who sat silent in their fear of it, and when they rowed again they cried as before, "Ahoy"; so strong and vivid was the picture which the sea had then put out.
As we neared our own ship, Roderick endeavoured to speak to me, but his voice failed, and he took my hand, giving it a great grip. Then we came on board, where Mary waited for us with a white face, and the others stood silent; but we said nothing to them, going below. There I locked myself in my own cabin, and though fatigue lay heavy on me, and my eyes were clouded with the touch of sleep, I took Martin Hall's papers from my locker, and lighted the lamp to read them through.
But not without awe, for they were a message from the dead.
