“Nice Crown witness you’d make, wouldn’t you.”
“There!” cried George, suddenly stepping back and pointing tragically at the lamp-lit water.
“What!” ejaculated the Sergeant, gazing intently over the stern of the Greenwich.
“There!” repeated George, in the attitude of Macbeth locating Banquo’s ghost—“there! I told you so.”
“By gad!” cried the Sergeant, with a start. “A floating corpse!”
“The same one I hooked,” said George, in a hollow voice.
“You’ll get a name as a fisherman if you keep on,” observed the officer.
“I suppose it’s an inquest.”
“What’ll we do?” asked the first mate, excitedly.