Coincidentally both scoundrels turned sick at heart.

Kodaks clicked, clergymen beamed, ladies said, "How sweetly picturesquepoor dears"; the Captain murmured, "Damnedest scoundrels unhungbut can't leave 'em to starve"; the "poor dears" smiled largely and ate wolfishly; Moussa Isa bled, and the great steamer resumed her way.

The scoundrels upstairs were shouting themselves hoarse, several hundred of them from the sound, and it was clear that some of them would soon want to moisten their throats.