the engineroom. A negro ran forward to the bow with a boathook.
"Give a hand there Red," shouted Captain McAvoy.
After a tussle they landed a long black limp thing on the deck. One bell. Two bells, Captain McAvoy frowning and haggard spun the tug's nose into the current again.
"Any life in him Red?" he asked hoarsely. The negro's face was green, his teeth were chattering.
"Naw sir," said the redhaired man slowly. "His neck's broke clear off."
Captain McAvoy sucked a good half of his mustache into his mouth. "God damn it to hell," he groaned. "A pretty thing to happen on a man's wedding day."