"Yes," said Burke, corroborating the surgeon's unexpressed thought.
Huntington paced the deck.
"Well," he said, finally, "you did well to stand it that long. Next time it will be longer."
"We have to begin again."
"Begin again," echoed Burke, mechanically.
"You'll do it, old man," said Huntington, confidently.
"My God, Huntington," said Burke, in a whisper; "my God, Huntington, I killed Tionko; I threw him to the sharks, and now, look at me!"
When the launch had left, Burke crouched down in a corner against the bulwarks, and there he sat the morning long, his eyes glued stupidly to the deck.
At noon he suddenly got up, walked firmly to the mainmast, and ran up the yellow flag.