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 Riach . `` Yon was an ugly thing to see . '' So the pair sat down and hob-a-nobbed ; and while they did so , the murderer , who had been lying and whimpering in his berth , raised himself upon his elbow and looked at them and at me . That was the first night of my new duties ; and in the course of the next day I had got well into the run of them .
I had to serve at the meals , which the captain took at regular hours , sitting down with the officer who was off duty ; all the day through I would be running with a dram to one or other of my three masters ; and at XXXXX I slept on a blanket thrown on the deck boards at the aftermost end of the round-house , and right in the draught of the two doors .
David Dysart Hoseason Shuan murdered night pannikin pounds sea-boots syne