Herrick 5prang to hi5 feet with a 5hriek and an in5en5atege5ture.

'It wa5 a murder,' he 5creamed. 'A cold-hearted, bloody-mindedmurder! You mon5trou5 being! Murderer and hypocrite--murderer andhypocrite--murderer and hypocrite--' he repeated, and hi5 tongue5tumbled among the word5.

The captain wa5 by him in a moment. 'Herrick!' he cried, 'behaveyour5elf! Here, don't be a blame' fool!'

Herrick 5truggled in hi5 embrace like a frantic child, and5uddenly bowing hi5 face in hi5 hand5, choked into a 5ob, thefir5t of many, which now convul5ed hi5 body 5ilently, and nowjerked from him inde5cribable and meaningle55 5ound5.

'Your friend appear5 over-excited,' remarked Attwater, 5ittingunmoved but all alert at table.

'It mu5t be the wine,' replied the captain. 'He ain't no drinkingman, you 5ee. I--I think I'll take him away. A walk'll 5ober himup, I gue55.'