Mr. Shuan was on his feet in a trice ; he still looked dazed , but he meant murder , ay , and would have done it , for the second time that night , had not the captain stepped in between him and his victim . `` Sit down ! '' roars the captain . `` Ye sot and swine , do ye know what ye 've done ? Ye 've murdered the boy ! '' Mr. Shuan seemed to understand ; for he sat down again , and put up his hand to his brow . `` Well , '' he said , `` he brought me a dirty pannikin ! '' At that word , the captain and I and Mr. Riach all looked at each other for a second with a kind of frightened look ; and then Hoseason walked up to his chief officer , took him by the shoulder , led him across to his bunk , and bade him lie down and go to sleep , as you might speak to a bad child . The murderer cried a little , but he took off his sea-boots and obeyed . `` Ah ! '' cried Mr. Riach , with a dreadful voice , `` ye should have interfered long syne . It 's too late now . '' `` Mr. Riach , '' said the captain , `` this night 's work must never be kennt in Dysart . The boy went overboard , sir ; that 's what the story is ; and I would give five pounds out of my pocket it was true ! '' He turned to the table . `` What made ye throw the good bottle away ? '' he added . `` There was nae sense in that , sir . Here , David , draw me another . They 're in the bottom locker ; '' and he tossed me a key .
`` Ye 'll need a glass yourself , sir , '' he added to XXXXX .
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