"Bridget, let me in. What has happened?"
No one stirred.
"Bridget, they are coming. Tell the men to go off to sea."
None spoke or moved. The latch was lifted, but in vain.
"Bridget—Christian—Christian!"—(knocking continued).
"Kisseck—Kisseck—Bill Kisseck—Bill!"
At last one of the men found his voice:
"Bill is gone to bed," he said, hoarsely.