"Hunter tapped me on the arm. He was grave and dignified, and I thought his voice trembled as he spoke.
"'Better twist a bit of tarred marlin round 'em, sir,' he whispered; 'he'll lose 'em if you don't. Hand me a piece'—this to a sailor. 'That's it, sir; a little tighter—so!'
"'He cometh up and is cut down like a flower——'
"I bent over and laid the roses on the box. The men pressed closer to look. Roses, on a man like him!
The men pressed closer to look. "Roses, on a man like him!"
"Again the Captain's reverent tones rang out: