"Well, stop—won't ye?"
"Can't stop; must get home by sunrise."
"Well, ye must stop!" yelled the speaker, angrily, and with an oath.
"Hossifus!" groaned Cyd, in mortal terror.
"Shut up, Cyd," added Dan, sternly. "If you can't hold your tongue, I'll throw you overboard!"
"Possifus! Ugh! Wha—wha—wha——"
"Come, Cyd," interposed Quin, in a low tone, "don't make a noise. If you do, we shall all be lost."
"Dis chile's awful skeered. I done wish I hadn't come," replied Cyd, in a gentler tone; but the words trembled on his lips.
"Quin," said Dan.
"Sar," replied the fugitive, with a self-possession which thoroughly shamed the quaking Cyd.