“Well, hardly!”

Jack was not vindictive or revengeful.

But sentence of death had been passed upon the latter by a higher power.

Jack broke in the door.

Hunston was seen lying in his bunk, white and rigid.

They touched him.

He was cold.

On a shelf by his side was a bottle labeled “morphine.”

Hunston had indulged in his favorite vice.

On this occasion he had taken an overdose.