“What’s up?” he cried. “Who’s there?”
“Me!” cried George. “Get up, quick!”
“Who’s me?” demanded the officer.
“George!” said the first mate, still hanging on to the knocker.
“What George?”
“Greenwich; come quick, for God’s sake!”
“What’s up? What do you want?”
“Come down to the wharf quick. I’ve hooked a man.”
“Killed a man?” said the Sergeant. “Has there been a row; I didn’t hear anything?”