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DRISCOLL. (trying to conceal his anaiety) Didn't I tell you you wasn’t half as sick as you thought you was? The Captain’ll have you out on deck cursin� and swearin� loike a trooper before the week is out.

YANK. Don’t lie, Drisc. I heard what he said, ‘and if I didn’t I c’d tell by the way I feel. I know what’s goin� to happen. I’m goin� to

(He hesitates for a second—then resolutely) I’m goin� to die, that’s what, and the sooner the better!

DRISCOLL. (wildly) No, and be damned to you, you're not. I'll not let you.

YANK. It ain’t no use, Drisc. I ain’t got a chance, but I ain't scared. Gimme a drink of water, will yuh, Drisc? My throat’s burnin� up. (priscoiu brings the dipper full of water and supports his head while he drinks in great gulps).

DRISCOLL. (seeking vainly for some word of