The two exchanged glances, and then their eyes ranged along the unoccupied deck.  I confess it was eery enough—­the silence, the desolate vista, the wind-filled sails above, the schooner flying through the water as though guided by spectral hands, and that single motionless figure crouched on the grating amidships.  It made my own nerves throb, and caused me to clinch my teeth, Sam turned his head, his frightened eyes seeking the scuttle leading into the forecastle.  He was more frightened to remain where he was, than accompany me, but when he endeavored to say so, his lips refused to utter any sound.  The terror in his eyes caused me to laugh, and my own courage came back with a rush.

“Afraid of dead men, are you?  Then we’ll face them together, my lads, and have it over with.  Come on, now, both of you.  Buckle up; there is nothing to fear, if you do what I tell you—­this isn’t the first cholera ship I’ve been aboard.”

It was no pleasant job confronting us, although we had less dead men to handle than I anticipated.  Indeed we found only five bodies on board, and as the slaver must have originally carried a large crew, it was evident the survivors had thrown overboard the corpses of those who succumbed first, until they also became too weak to perform such service.  There were only two on deck, the fellow crouched on the grating, a giant, coal black negro, and a gray-bearded white man, his face pitted with smallpox, lying beside the wheel.  Before he fell to the deck, he had lashed the spokes and still gripped the end of the rope in his dead hand.  Determined on what was to be done, I wasted no time with either body.  The two sailors hung back, so terrorized at the mere thought of touching these victims of plague, I steeled myself to the job and handled them alone, dragging the inert bodies across the deck, and by the exercise of all my strength launching them over the low rail into the sea.  It was indeed a relief to know the deck was clear, and I ordered Schmitt to cut the lashings and take charge of the wheel.  Sam was shaking like a leaf, his face absolutely green.

“What—–­what dey die of, sah—­cholera?” he asked faintly.

“No doubt of it; but they are safely over the side now.  There is nothing to be frightened about.”

“But s’pose we gits it, sah; s’pose we gits it?”

“There is no reason why we should,” I contended, speaking loud and confident, so both could hear.  “We are all in good health and in the open air.  See here, you men, stop acting like fools.  We will take a look below, and then have the others on board.”

“But Ah’s suah feared, sah.”

“At what?  You are in no more danger than I am.  See here, Sam, and you too, Schmitt, I am in love with that girl in the boat.  Do you suppose I would ever have her come on this deck, if I believed she might contract cholera?  You do as I say, and you are perfectly safe.  Now Schmitt remain at the wheel, and you Sam come with me.  There will be a dead nigger aboard unless you jump when I speak.”