"It would be murder to let you, O'Brien. Put it out of your head. We won't let you go."
None of the men could see where another was standing.
O'Brien laughed.
"You can't touch me--you can't stop me."
"Whisht--whisht! For heaven's sake, don't laugh. This is no place for laughing with that candle before you."
O'Brien laughed softly, and counted, "One."
"If you laugh again, by heavens, I'll throw you in, O'Brien."
"Two!" O'Brien laughed. "Then you won't let me count twenty? You launch me on my swim at 'three'?"
"He'll bring the cliffs down on us."
"Four! Ha, ha, ha!"