Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. "Trenchard," he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as to the name. No fear o' that.
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