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'
He
paused
to
stare
,
tried
to
smile
,
turned
his
eyes
away
and
went
on
.
"
That
little
second
puts
his
head
right
under
my
nose
,
'
Why
,
it
's
that
blasted
mate
!
'
'
What
!
'
howls
the
skipper
from
the
other
end
of
the
boat
.
'
No
!
'
shrieks
the
chief
.
And
he
too
stooped
to
look
at
my
face
.
"
'
The
wind
had
left
the
boat
suddenly
.
The
rain
began
to
fall
again
,
and
the
soft
,
uninterrupted
,
a
little
mysterious
sound
with
which
the
sea
receives
a
shower
arose
on
all
sides
in
the
night
.
"
They
were
too
taken
aback
to
say
anything
more
at
first
,
"
he
narrated
steadily
,
"
and
what
could
I
have
to
say
to
them
?
"
He
faltered
for
a
moment
,
and
made
an
effort
to
go
on
.
"
They
called
me
horrible
names
.
"
His
voice
,
sinking
to
a
whisper
,
now
and
then
would
leap
up
suddenly
,
hardened
by
the
passion
of
scorn
,
as
though
he
had
been
talking
of
secret
abominations
.
"
Never
mind
what
they
called
me
,
"
he
said
grimly
.
"
I
could
hear
hate
in
their
voices
.
A
good
thing
too
.
They
could
not
forgive
me
for
being
in
that
boat
.
They
hated
it
.
It
made
them
mad
...
"
He
laughed
short
...
"
But
it
kept
me
from
--
Look
!
I
was
sitting
with
my
arms
crossed
,
on
the
gunwale
!
...
"
He
perched
himself
smartly
on
the
edge
of
the
table
and
crossed
his
arms
...
"
Like
this
--
see
?
One
little
tilt
backwards
and
I
would
have
been
gone
--
after
the
others
.
One
little
tilt
--
the
least
bit
--
the
least
bit
.
"
He
frowned
,
and
tapping
his
forehead
with
the
tip
of
his
middle
finger
,
"
It
was
there
all
the
time
,
"
he
said
impressively
.
"
All
the
time
--
that
notion
.
And
the
rain
--
cold
,
thick
,
cold
as
melted
snow
--
colder
--
on
my
thin
cotton
clothes
--
I
'll
never
be
so
cold
again
in
my
life
,
I
know
.
And
the
sky
was
black
too
--
all
black
.
Not
a
star
,
not
a
light
anywhere
.
Nothing
outside
that
confounded
boat
and
those
two
yapping
before
me
like
a
couple
of
mean
mongrels
at
a
tree
'd
thief
.
Yap
!
yap
!
'
What
you
doing
here
?
You
're
a
fine
sort
!
Too
much
of
a
bloomin
'
gentleman
to
put
your
hand
to
it
.
Come
out
of
your
trance
,
did
you
?
To
sneak
in
?
Did
you
?
'
Yap
!
yap
!
'
You
ai
n't
fit
to
live
!
'
Yap
!
yap
!
Two
of
them
together
trying
to
out-bark
each
other
.
The
other
would
bay
from
the
stern
through
the
rain
--
could
n't
see
him
--
could
n't
make
it
out
--
some
of
his
filthy
jargon
.
Yap
!
yap
!
Bow-ow-ow-ow-ow
!
Yap
!
yap
!
It
was
sweet
to
hear
them
;
it
kept
me
alive
,
I
tell
you
.
It
saved
my
life
.
At
it
they
went
,
as
if
trying
to
drive
me
overboard
with
the
noise
!
...
'
I
wonder
you
had
pluck
enough
to
jump
.
You
ai
n't
wanted
here
.
If
I
had
known
who
it
was
,
I
would
have
tipped
you
over
--
you
skunk
!
What
have
you
done
with
the
other
?
Where
did
you
get
the
pluck
to
jump
--
you
coward
?
What
's
to
prevent
us
three
from
firing
you
overboard
?
'
...
They
were
out
of
breath
;
the
shower
passed
away
upon
the
sea
.
Then
nothing
.
There
was
nothing
round
the
boat
,
not
even
a
sound
.
Wanted
to
see
me
overboard
,
did
they
?
Upon
my
soul
!
I
think
they
would
have
had
their
wish
if
they
had
only
kept
quiet
.
Fire
me
overboard
!
Would
they
?
'
Try
,
'
I
said
.
'
I
would
for
twopence
.
'
'
Too
good
for
you
,
'
they
screeched
together
.
It
was
so
dark
that
it
was
only
when
one
or
the
other
of
them
moved
that
I
was
quite
sure
of
seeing
him
.
By
heavens
!
I
only
wish
they
had
tried
.
"
'
I
could
n't
help
exclaiming
,
"
What
an
extraordinary
affair
!
"
"'
Not
bad
--
eh
?
"
he
said
,
as
if
in
some
sort
astounded
.
"
They
pretended
to
think
I
had
done
away
with
that
donkey-man
for
some
reason
or
other
.
Why
should
I
?
And
how
the
devil
was
I
to
know
?
Did
n't
I
get
somehow
into
that
boat
?
into
that
boat
--
I.
.
.
"
The
muscles
round
his
lips
contracted
into
an
unconscious
grimace
that
tore
through
the
mask
of
his
usual
expression
--
something
violent
,
short-lived
and
illuminating
like
a
twist
of
lightning
that
admits
the
eye
for
an
instant
into
the
secret
convolutions
of
a
cloud
.
"
I
did
.
I
was
plainly
there
with
them
--
was
n't
I
?
Is
n't
it
awful
a
man
should
be
driven
to
do
a
thing
like
that
--
and
be
responsible
?
What
did
I
know
about
their
George
they
were
howling
after
?
I
remembered
I
had
seen
him
curled
up
on
the
deck
.
'
Murdering
coward
!
'
the
chief
kept
on
calling
me
.
He
did
n't
seem
able
to
remember
any
other
two
words
.
I
did
n't
care
,
only
his
noise
began
to
worry
me
.
'
Shut
up
,
'
I
said
.
At
that
he
collected
himself
for
a
confounded
screech
.
'
You
killed
him
!
You
killed
him
!
'
'
No
,
'
I
shouted
,
'
but
I
will
kill
you
directly
.
'
I
jumped
up
,
and
he
fell
backwards
over
a
thwart
with
an
awful
loud
thump
.
I
do
n't
know
why
.
Too
dark
.
Tried
to
step
back
I
suppose
.
I
stood
still
facing
aft
,
and
the
wretched
little
second
began
to
whine
,
'
You
ai
n't
going
to
hit
a
chap
with
a
broken
arm
--
and
you
call
yourself
a
gentleman
,
too
.
'
I
heard
a
heavy
tramp
--
one
--
two
--
and
wheezy
grunting
.
The
other
beast
was
coming
at
me
,
clattering
his
oar
over
the
stern
.
I
saw
him
moving
,
big
,
big
--
as
you
see
a
man
in
a
mist
,
in
a
dream
.
'
Come
on
,
'
I
cried
.
I
would
have
tumbled
him
over
like
a
bale
of
shakings
.
He
stopped
,
muttered
to
himself
,
and
went
back
.
Perhaps
he
had
heard
the
wind
.
I
did
n't
.
It
was
the
last
heavy
gust
we
had
.
He
went
back
to
his
oar
.
I
was
sorry
.
I
would
have
tried
to
--
to
.
.
.
"
'
He
opened
and
closed
his
curved
fingers
,
and
his
hands
had
an
eager
and
cruel
flutter
.
"
Steady
,
steady
,
"
I
murmured
.
"'
Eh
?
What
?
I
am
not
excited
,
"
he
remonstrated
,
awfully
hurt
,
and
with
a
convulsive
jerk
of
his
elbow
knocked
over
the
cognac
bottle
.
I
started
forward
,
scraping
my
chair
.
He
bounced
off
the
table
as
if
a
mine
had
been
exploded
behind
his
back
,
and
half
turned
before
he
alighted
,
crouching
on
his
feet
to
show
me
a
startled
pair
of
eyes
and
a
face
white
about
the
nostrils
.
A
look
of
intense
annoyance
succeeded
.
"
Awfully
sorry
.
How
clumsy
of
me
!
"
he
mumbled
,
very
vexed
,
while
the
pungent
odour
of
spilt
alcohol
enveloped
us
suddenly
with
an
atmosphere
of
a
low
drinking-bout
in
the
cool
,
pure
darkness
of
the
night
.
The
lights
had
been
put
out
in
the
dining-hall
;
our
candle
glimmered
solitary
in
the
long
gallery
,
and
the
columns
had
turned
black
from
pediment
to
capital
.
On
the
vivid
stars
the
high
corner
of
the
Harbour
Office
stood
out
distinct
across
the
Esplanade
,
as
though
the
sombre
pile
had
glided
nearer
to
see
and
hear
.
