But the voice was speaking still more rapidly and feverishly, as if to fill a silence with no matter what, and the shape that was uttering it was straining forward anxiously over the rail.
"Ugh! But I'm glad this happened in the daylight," another voice was muttering.
"I wish I was sure it was happening at all…. Poor old spook!"
"I suppose it would keep its feet if her deck was quite vertical. Think she'll go down, or just melt?"
"Kind of go down … without wash…."
"Listen—here's the other one now—"
For Bligh was singing again:
"For, Lord, Thou know'st our nature such
If we great things obtain,
And in the getting of the same
Do feel no grief or pain,
"We little do esteem thereof;
But, hardly brought to pass,
A thousand times we do esteem
More than the other was."
"But oh, look—look—look at the other!… Oh, I say, wasn't he a grand old boy! Look!"