Yorke The Adventurer

I held his big, right hand between my own, and pressed it gently, for there was something in his one remaining eye that told me the end of all was near.

“Goodbye, dear lad.... Goodbye, Captain Guest. I know what is the matter with me—erysipelas—and erysipelas to a big, fat man like me means death… and if you would put a bullet through my head now you would do me a good turn… But here, Guest, and you, Drake… your hands. I’ll be dead by to-morrow morning, and want to say goodbye, and wish good luck to you both, before I begin babbling silly twaddle about things that are of no account now… of no account now… not worth speaking about now. But the South Seas are a rotten sort of a place, anyway.”