W. T.
he cried. "With the wife home—an' the baby—waitin' fer you? An' young Tom with nobody dependin' to him."
The captain replied, coaxingly, "Well, what 'd you do, Sam?"
"'Mates,' I says, 'I'm a married man. I got a wife, mates,' I says, 'an' a little one. Is it fair,' I says, 'that I go, that's got them dependin' to me, an' Tom here's got no one? Is it right?' I says. An' they didn't say a word. We was all played out. I could scarce speak, my mouth was so. 'Is it right?' I says. 'No! If any one goes, it ought to be Tom,' I says. 'He's got no one. He's near dead now. What good is he? He can't help none. 'Tain't right! I'm a strong man. I got a woman to keep. I got a little one—'"
"Sure, sure!" the captain soothed him. "What 'd they do?"
"It was Tom. Tom did it. He was sick. He didn't care what happened to him. He said he'd sooner go than do it—than shove me off. We'd nothing to do it with but the ax. So we changed lots—Tom an' me. An' he said if we'd do it while he was asleep— That's all he asked—to do it while he was asleep."
"Asleep?" the captain cried. "Do you mean to say he could go to sleep?"
"Asleep. He was sick."
He had begun to tremble. "U-up in the nose o' the boat," he said in a low, shaken voice. "He
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