presently, when the squall was overpast, the others could hear in the

darkness the chattering of the clerk's teeth.

'I say, you fellows,' he walled, 'for God's sake, lie up and try to warm

me. I'm blymed if I don't think I'll die else!'

So the three crept together into one wet mass, and lay until day came,

shivering and dozing off, and continually re-awakened to wretchedness by

the coughing of the clerk.

The Ebb-Tide