Say, Mac," cried Harvey, cheerfully, "how are we hitting it?
The German opened his cigar-case and handed a skinny black cigar to Harvey.
Then a low, grey mother-wave swung out of the fog, tucked Harvey under one arm, so to speak, and pulled him off and away to leeward; the great green closed over him, and he went quietly to sleep.
Slowly he remembered that he was Harvey Cheyne, drowned and dead in mid-ocean, but was too weak to fit things together.
said Harvey, who could not see that life was particularly safe where he lay.
How long this entertainment lasted, Harvey could not remember, for he lay back terrified at the sight of the smoking swells.
Harvey saw with disgust that there were no sheets on his bed-place.
Harvey and William's the only ones that's left now; and, as I was saying, they haven't got here in time.
He most desperately wanted to see Harvey -- and William, too, for that matter -- because he was one of them kind that can't bear to make a will.
Rob- inson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and -- well, there's a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about some- times, when he wrote home; so Harvey 'll know where to look for friends when he gets here.
Pitcher, confidential clerk in the office of Harvey
Maxwell, broker, allowed a look of mild interest and surprise to visit his usually expressionless countenance when his employer briskly entered at half past nine in company with his young lady stenographer.
, who was alive then, was my greatest friend, and I was in and out of the place all the time.