"Mother av God where am I?" he asked in a few seconds. In the next breath he exclaimed: "'Tis a ship I'm on! I c'n fale th' sea!"
"You're in the bark Daphne—the Daphne. Don't you understand? Can't you remember anything?"
It was evident that a great struggle was going on within him.
"That's her door; that's her door," he whispered. He pointed at the stateroom door. "Takewood an' mahogany an' maple. So were th' cabins thrimmed."
Emily's heart leapt at this. He was from the Daphne. She gave him a drink of water. She started to call Paul. But when she thought of what had happened before she drew back.
"Yez are not a spirut—th' spirut av McGavock's woife, eh?" the derelict asked doubtfully.
"No, no; but what has happened here? What became of McGavock's wife?"
"Murder an' hell. That's what happened here. Where's Morgan—an' th' Jap? Th' sicond mote an' th' cook?"
"Only you and Captain Lavelle and——"
A cunning expression came into the derelict's face at Paul's name. His mind was breaking again.