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WHEN Red O'Shaughnessy came to himself he immediately realised three unpleasant facts--that his arms were bound to his sides, that he was confined in some dark and evil-smelling hole that had obvious connection--from the odor of tar and bilge-water and its eccentric motion--with a ship at sea, and that his head ached abominably. Also, he understood that he was not alone in this unpleasant predicament, for, close at hand, he recognised the audible symptoms of violent seasickness, and was aware of profane lamentations that did not cease.
"Hell and thunder!" someone invisible cried in a thick voice. "If I ever get out o' this, I'll make that big Yankee sweat blood, d----n and sink his soul. Th' flamin' dawg! To think he'd do th' like o' this! Blast me gizzard, I've a thirst on me would kill a man, an' me head's crackin' in two!"