And looking down into it he saw that he had flung her bodily on to what had been a skeleton, but was now only a confused heap of brittle bones.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but there was no time to pick and choose."
"It's a horrible place. Let us go home!"
"We'll go at once as soon as we've found some coffee ... and I would like another knife or two.... Look in that chest. Macro has opened it for us.... And if you find any tobacco, I'll thank you," and he rooted rapidly through one broken-open seaman's box, while she did the same by another.
"Tobacco—I think," she announced presently, ... "and a knife and a tinder-box."
"Another knife" was his find. "And we'll take these two coats——"
"Whatever for?"
"Well—if any of those screaming deevils, as the mate calls them, should come after us as we go back, you feel them less through a coat than on your bare skin."
"I don't think I'll come again."
"Oh, it's quite easy to avoid them, you see. And they soon go if they find nothing eatable."