“Hist! Did you hear that noise, Cabaco?”

“Take the bucket, will ye, Archy? what noise d’ye mean?”

“There it is again — under the hatches — don’t you hear it — a cough — it sounded like a cough.”

“Cough be damned!

Pass along that return bucket.”

“There again — there it is! — it sounds like two or three sleepers turning over, now!”

“Caramba! Have done, shipmate, will ye? It’s the three soaked biscuits ye eat for supper turning over inside of ye — nothing else. Look to the bucket!”

“Say what ye will, shipmate; I’ve