“‘I can’t sleep,’ says he. ‘Oh, Tumm, I can’t!’
“‘’Tis a wonderful fine night,’ says I.
“‘Ay,’ says he; ‘but—’
“‘But what?’ says I.
“‘You never can tell,’ says he
“‘Never can tell what?’
“‘What’s goin’ t’ happen.’
“I took one look—just one look into them shiverin’ eyes—an’ shook my head. ‘Do you ’low,’ says I, ‘that we can hit that berg off the port bow?’
“‘You never can tell,’ says he.
“‘Good Lord!’ says I. ‘With Mad Bill Likely o’ Yellow Tail Tickle at the wheel? Botch,’ says I, ‘you’re gone mad. What’s come along o’ you? Where’s the is an’ the was an’ the will be? What’s come o’ that law o’ life?’