 Yes. What? What, the devil? His eyes. Glassy. Fixed. It's a zombie. Now, now, get back. If I can hold his attention. Swing this chair. Inside, Captain Andrus. Get our gun. Just one swing now and... Good timing, Mr. Thurston. He's knocked unconscious. Stand back, everybody. Where is he? Where did he go? No, Captain. Put down that gun. No, don't. Oh, Andrus. Why? There was no need of that, Captain.