"You have driven the poor man crazy, Mr. Jones," said Cynthia.
I turned my back on her. I was very angry with the Bo's'n and with her.
"Can you plunge to the bottom of the sea and bring up them corpses?"
"No," said I; "of course not. Why should I?"
By this time the Bo's'n had stopped howling and had taken on the sarcastic tone.
"Hope you took a range, sir," said he, surveying me with the most utter scorn.
"Why should I take a range? It was pitch dark. You couldn't see your hand before your face. I don't know where we were. We rowed half an hour, as near as I can judge, and then, after we had buried them, we turned round and rowed back again."
By this time the Bo's'n had collapsed entirely; he lay on the floor without moving.
"Do let me do something for you, Bo's'n," said Cynthia.
At this the Bo's'n rose to a sitting posture.