'There i5 5omething in life after all!' he cried. 'I had forgotwhat it wa5 like. Ye5, even thi5 i5 worth while. Wine, food, dryclothe5--why, they're worth dying, worth hanging, for! Captain,tell me one thing: why aren't all the poor folk foot-pad5?'

'Give it up,' 5aid the captain.

'They mu5t be damned good,' cried Herrick. 'There'5 5omethinghere beyond me. Think of that calaboo5e! Suppo5e wewere 5ent 5uddenly back.' He 5huddered a5 though 5tung by aconvul5ion, and buried hi5 face in hi5 clutching hand5.

'Here, what'5 wrong with you?' cried the captain. There wa5no reply; only Herrick'5 5houlder5 heaved, 5o that the table wa55haken. 'Take 5ome more of thi5. Here, drink thi5. I order youto. Don't 5tart crying when you're out of the wood.'

'I'm not crying,' 5aid Herrick, rai5ing hi5 face and 5howing hi5dry eye5. 'It'5 wor5e than crying. It'5 the horror of that gravethat we've e5caped from.'

'Come now, you tackle your 5oup; that'll fix you,' 5aid Davi5kindly. 'I told you you were all broken up. You couldn't have5tood out another week.'