'You murderous curs!' groaned Captain Glew, falling upon one knee with his hand to his side.
For a little while they stood raging; their shouts were hoarse and insane. Legg bawled to them from the helm, and they answered him. You would have thought that they were breeding some fresh hellish scene of bloodshed amongst themselves, so flushed, wild, clamorous was the mob of them, every man trying to drown the other's voice.
'It was his doing!' said Jones, pointing to the figure of the dying captain. 'I never wanted it!'
'Anyhow, we're not responsible for him,' said Allan, nodding at the body of the mate. 'Who floored the Dutchman?'
'I did!' yelled Maul.
'He's a killed man,' said Scott, stooping to look at him.
'Water,' whispered Captain Glew.
Toole's eyes were on the captain at the instant, and the ruffian saw the man's lips move.
'He's spakin'!' he exclaimed, with a face of sudden horror, backing two or three steps.
Dabb put his ear to the dying man's mouth.