"Who's Davy?" asks the oarsman. "What else did he say?"
"H-h-h-he's dead!" says the lad.
"Bail! bail!" answers the man. "Let's g-g-get 'im out!" suggests the boy in a half-hour. Corkey has been sobbing.
"I thought a heap of Lockwin," he answers.
"I d-d-don't like a d-d-dead man in the boat!"
"Bail, you moke! I'll throw you in!"
But Corkey's voice is far from menacing. Corkey is weak. Now he sees the boy's face in dreadful contortions. The lad is trying to speak quickly, and can make no noise at all.
He rises and points. He is frantic.
"He's crazy!" thinks Corkey, in alarm.
"L-l-land!" screams the lad.