"Harris?" palpitated Diamond, astounded.
"Harris?" roared Browning, aroused from his lazy languidness.
"On this steamer?" they shouted in unison.
"On this steamer," nodded Frank, really enjoying the sensation he had created.
"He—he attacked you?" gurgled Rattleton, seeming to forget his recent sickness.
"He did."
"And you escaped after being thrown into the stoke-hole?" fluttered Diamond.
"I am here."
"And you didn't kill the cur on sight?" roared Browning.
"He is in the hold in irons."