"A corpse-candle. The corpse-candle of the men that the Rock killed."
"Nonsense! You ought to know better. A corpse-candle is not for the dead--it's for the living."
"Above ground it may be so. But under ground it may be different."
"Let us go and see what it is."
"Not a stroke."
"What, Phelan!--afraid again? There's hardly a thing you are not afraid of."
"I'm not afraid of you or any other man."
"If you don't go to it with me, I'll swim to it."
"If you do, it will be your corpse-candle."
"I don't care. If you won't go, I'll swim to it. If you don't make up your mind while I'm counting twenty, I'll dive off and swim."