"Ay, ay, sir!" answered the men, cheerfully enough, considering that they had been awakened out of a sound sleep and dragged out of their warm bunks to come up and work in the chill, pestilential fog after having worked hard all day.  "Tail on to the handles, my bullies, tail on and heave.  Heave, and raise the dead!" shouted the man Mike, who had been one of the lucky five to escape capture by the savages.