"What ye laughin' at?" yelled Sam Hall in his ear. "Are ye drunk at the sight of the money, man?"
There was no answer. Hall caught him by the shoulder to rouse him, but Klopp's head merely sagged far to one side, though his glazed eyes still seemed to be fixed upward upon the same spot on the ceiling at which he had been staring before.
"What is it?" cried one or two. "What does he see?"
"Death, you fools!" answered Hovey. "And how the devil will we bring the Heron to land without an engineer?"
CHAPTER 33
"Make Campbell run the ship," said Cochrane.
"You can't make a Scotchman do anything."
"Persuade him, then," went on Cochrane. "He'd sell his soul for a drink of that whisky. But if you can't persuade him, I'd trust to those fellows to make him do what you want."
And he pointed to the firemen.
"I'll let 'em play their little game till they're tired of it," answered Hovey, "an' then we'll bring up Campbell an' try what we can do with him."