“And threw it away when he found that it didn't,” chuckled Jack. “Well, the shiners are all right, anyhow!”
Nightfall found the schooner bowling towards the open sea under full sail. Three figures stood grouped on her deck in the fading twilight.
“It was just about here,” said Don in a choked voice:
“Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,
The darling of our crew;
No more he'll hear the tempest howling,
For death has broached him to.
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below he did his duty,