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71
'
I
did
not
,
'
said
Jim
.
'
I
was
told
to
call
no
one
and
to
make
no
noise
for
fear
of
creating
a
panic
.
I
thought
the
precaution
reasonable
.
I
took
one
of
the
lamps
that
were
hung
under
the
awnings
and
went
forward
.
After
opening
the
forepeak
hatch
I
heard
splashing
in
there
.
I
lowered
then
the
lamp
the
whole
drift
of
its
lanyard
,
and
saw
that
the
forepeak
was
more
than
half
full
of
water
already
.
72
I
knew
then
there
must
be
a
big
hole
below
the
water-line
.
'
He
paused
.
73
'
Yes
,
'
said
the
big
assessor
,
with
a
dreamy
smile
at
the
blotting-pad
;
his
fingers
played
incessantly
,
touching
the
paper
without
noise
.
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74
'
I
did
not
think
of
danger
just
then
.
I
might
have
been
a
little
startled
:
all
this
happened
in
such
a
quiet
way
and
so
very
suddenly
.
I
knew
there
was
no
other
bulkhead
in
the
ship
but
the
collision
bulkhead
separating
the
forepeak
from
the
forehold
.
I
went
back
to
tell
the
captain
.
I
came
upon
the
second
engineer
getting
up
at
the
foot
of
the
bridge-ladder
:
he
seemed
dazed
,
and
told
me
he
thought
his
left
arm
was
broken
;
he
had
slipped
on
the
top
step
when
getting
down
while
I
was
forward
.
He
exclaimed
,
"
My
God
!
That
rotten
bulkhead
'll
give
way
in
a
minute
,
and
the
damned
thing
will
go
down
under
us
like
a
lump
of
lead
.
"
He
pushed
me
away
with
his
right
arm
and
ran
before
me
up
the
ladder
,
shouting
as
he
climbed
.
His
left
arm
hung
by
his
side
.
I
followed
up
in
time
to
see
the
captain
rush
at
him
and
knock
him
down
flat
on
his
back
.
He
did
not
strike
him
again
:
he
stood
bending
over
him
and
speaking
angrily
but
quite
low
.
I
fancy
he
was
asking
him
why
the
devil
he
did
n't
go
and
stop
the
engines
,
instead
of
making
a
row
about
it
on
deck
.
I
heard
him
say
,
"
Get
up
!
Run
!
fly
!
"
He
swore
also
.
The
engineer
slid
down
the
starboard
ladder
and
bolted
round
the
sky-light
to
the
engine-room
companion
which
was
on
the
port
side
.
He
moaned
as
he
ran
...
.
'
75
He
spoke
slowly
;
he
remembered
swiftly
and
with
extreme
vividness
;
he
could
have
reproduced
like
an
echo
the
moaning
of
the
engineer
for
the
better
information
of
these
men
who
wanted
facts
.
After
his
first
feeling
of
revolt
he
had
come
round
to
the
view
that
only
a
meticulous
precision
of
statement
would
bring
out
the
true
horror
behind
the
appalling
face
of
things
.
The
facts
those
men
were
so
eager
to
know
had
been
visible
,
tangible
,
open
to
the
senses
,
occupying
their
place
in
space
and
time
,
requiring
for
their
existence
a
fourteen-hundred-ton
steamer
and
twenty-seven
minutes
by
the
watch
;
they
made
a
whole
that
had
features
,
shades
of
expression
,
a
complicated
aspect
that
could
be
remembered
by
the
eye
,
and
something
else
besides
,
something
invisible
,
a
directing
spirit
of
perdition
that
dwelt
within
,
like
a
malevolent
soul
in
a
detestable
body
.
He
was
anxious
to
make
this
clear
.
This
had
not
been
a
common
affair
,
everything
in
it
had
been
of
the
utmost
importance
,
and
fortunately
he
remembered
everything
.
He
wanted
to
go
on
talking
for
truth
's
sake
,
perhaps
for
his
own
sake
also
;
and
while
his
utterance
was
deliberate
,
his
mind
positively
flew
round
and
round
the
serried
circle
of
facts
that
had
surged
up
all
about
him
to
cut
him
off
from
the
rest
of
his
kind
:
it
was
like
a
creature
that
,
finding
itself
imprisoned
within
an
enclosure
of
high
stakes
,
dashes
round
and
round
,
distracted
in
the
night
,
trying
to
find
a
weak
spot
,
a
crevice
,
a
place
to
scale
,
some
opening
through
which
it
may
squeeze
itself
and
escape
.
76
This
awful
activity
of
mind
made
him
hesitate
at
times
in
his
speech
...
77
'
The
captain
kept
on
moving
here
and
there
on
the
bridge
;
he
seemed
calm
enough
,
only
he
stumbled
several
times
;
and
once
as
I
stood
speaking
to
him
he
walked
right
into
me
as
though
he
had
been
stone-blind
.
He
made
no
definite
answer
to
what
I
had
to
tell
.
He
mumbled
to
himself
;
all
I
heard
of
it
were
a
few
words
that
sounded
like
"
confounded
steam
!
"
and
"
infernal
steam
!
"
--
something
about
steam
.
I
thought
...
'
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78
He
was
becoming
irrelevant
;
a
question
to
the
point
cut
short
his
speech
,
like
a
pang
of
pain
,
and
he
felt
extremely
discouraged
and
weary
.
He
was
coming
to
that
,
he
was
coming
to
that
--
and
now
,
checked
brutally
,
he
had
to
answer
by
yes
or
no
.
He
answered
truthfully
by
a
curt
'
Yes
,
I
did
'
;
and
fair
of
face
,
big
of
frame
,
with
young
,
gloomy
eyes
,
he
held
his
shoulders
upright
above
the
box
while
his
soul
writhed
within
him
.
He
was
made
to
answer
another
question
so
much
to
the
point
and
so
useless
,
then
waited
again
.
His
mouth
was
tastelessly
dry
,
as
though
he
had
been
eating
dust
,
then
salt
and
bitter
as
after
a
drink
of
sea-water
.
He
wiped
his
damp
forehead
,
passed
his
tongue
over
parched
lips
,
felt
a
shiver
run
down
his
back
.
79
The
big
assessor
had
dropped
his
eyelids
,
and
drummed
on
without
a
sound
,
careless
and
mournful
;
the
eyes
of
the
other
above
the
sunburnt
,
clasped
fingers
seemed
to
glow
with
kindliness
;
the
magistrate
had
swayed
forward
;
his
pale
face
hovered
near
the
flowers
,
and
then
dropping
sideways
over
the
arm
of
his
chair
,
he
rested
his
temple
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
.
The
wind
of
the
punkahs
eddied
down
on
the
heads
,
on
the
dark-faced
natives
wound
about
in
voluminous
draperies
,
on
the
Europeans
sitting
together
very
hot
and
in
drill
suits
that
seemed
to
fit
them
as
close
as
their
skins
,
and
holding
their
round
pith
hats
on
their
knees
;
while
gliding
along
the
walls
the
court
peons
,
buttoned
tight
in
long
white
coats
,
flitted
rapidly
to
and
fro
,
running
on
bare
toes
,
red-sashed
,
red
turban
on
head
,
as
noiseless
as
ghosts
,
and
on
the
alert
like
so
many
retrievers
.
80
Jim
's
eyes
,
wandering
in
the
intervals
of
his
answers
,
rested
upon
a
white
man
who
sat
apart
from
the
others
,
with
his
face
worn
and
clouded
,
but
with
quiet
eyes
that
glanced
straight
,
interested
and
clear
.
Jim
answered
another
question
and
was
tempted
to
cry
out
,
'
What
's
the
good
of
this
!
what
's
the
good
!
'
He
tapped
with
his
foot
slightly
,
bit
his
lip
,
and
looked
away
over
the
heads
.
He
met
the
eyes
of
the
white
man
.
The
glance
directed
at
him
was
not
the
fascinated
stare
of
the
others
.
It
was
an
act
of
intelligent
volition
.
Jim
between
two
questions
forgot
himself
so
far
as
to
find
leisure
for
a
thought
.