The master and Mr. Baker19 coming face to face stared for a moment, with the intense and amazed looks of men meeting unexpectedly after years of trouble. Their voices were gone, and they whispered desperately20 at one another. — ‘Any one missing?’ asked Captain Allistoun. — ‘No, All there.’ — ‘Anybody hurt?’ — ‘Only the second mate.’ — ‘I will look after him directly. We’re lucky.’ — ‘Very,’ articulated Mr. Baker, faintly. He gripped the rail and rolled bloodshot eyes. The little grey man made an effort to raise his voice above a dull mutter, and fixed21 his chief mate with a cold gaze, piercing like a dart22. — ‘Get sail on the ship,‘he said, speaking authoritatively24, and with an inflexible25 snap of his thin lips. ‘Get sail on her as soon as you can. This is a fair wind. At once, sir — Don’t give the men time to feel themselves. They will get done up and stiff, and we will never . . . We must get her along now’ . . . He reeled to a long heavy roll; the rail dipped into the glancing hissing27 water. He caught a shroud28, swung helplessly against the mate . . . ‘now we have a fair wind at last. — Make — sail.’ His head rolled from shoulder to shoulder. His eyelids29 began to beat rapidly. ‘And the pumps — pumps, Mr. Baker.’ He peered as though the face within a foot of his eyes had been half a mile off. ‘Keep the men on the move to — to get her along.’ he mumbled30 in a drowsy31 tone, like a man going off into a doze32. He pulled himself together suddenly. ‘Mustn’t stand. Won’t do,’ he said with a painful attempt at a smile. He let go his hold, and, propelled by the dip of the ship, ran aft unwillingly33, with small steps, till he brought up against the binnacle stand. Hanging on there he looked up in an objectless manner at Singleton, who, unheeding him, watched anxiously the end of the jib-boom — ‘Steering gear works all right?’ he asked. There was a noise in the old seaman34’s throat, as though the words had been rattling35 there together before they could come out. — ‘Steers . . . like a little boat,’ he said, at last, with hoarse36 tenderness, without giving the master as much as half a glance — then, watchfully37, spun38 the wheel down, steadied, flung it back again. Captain Allistoun tore himself away from the delight of leaning against the binnacle, and began to walk the poop, swaying and reeling to preserve his balance . . .
The pump-rods, clanking, stamped in short jumps, while the fly-wheels turned smoothly39, with great speed, at the foot of the mainmast, flinging back and forth40 with a regular impetuosity two limp clusters of men clinging to the handles. They abandoned themselves, swaying from the hip23 with twitching41 faces and stony42 eyes. The carpenter, sounding from time to time, exclaimed mechanically:‘Shake her up! Keep her going!’ Mr. Baker could not speak, but found his voice to shout; and under the goad43 of his objurgations, men looked to the lashings, dragged out new sails; and thinking themselves unable to move, carried heavy blocks aloft — overhauled44 the gear. They went up the rigging with faltering46 and desperate efforts. Their heads swam as they shifted their hold, stepped blindly on the yards like men in the dark; or trusted themselves to the first rope to hand with the negligence47 of exhausted48 strength. The narrow escape from the falls did not disturb the languid beat of their hearts; the roar of the seas seething50 far below them sounded continuous and faint like an indistinct noise from another world; the wind filled their eyes with tears, and with heavy gusts51 tried to push them off from where they swayed in insecure positions. With streaming faces and blowing hair they flew up and down between sky and water, bestriding the ends of yard-arms, crouching53 on foot-ropes, embracing lifts to have their hands free, or standing54 up against chain ties. Their thoughts floated vaguely55 between the desire of rest and the desire of life, while their stiffened56 fingers cast off head-earrings57, fumbled58 for knives, or held with tenacious59 grip against the violent shocks of beating canvas. They glared savagely60 at one another, made frantic62 signs with one hand while they held their life in the other, looked down on the narrow strip of flooded deck, shouted along to leeward63:’ Light-to!’ . . . ‘Haul out!’ . . . ‘Make fast!’. Their lips moved, their eyes started, furious and eager with the desire to be understood, but the wind tossed their words unheard upon the disturbed sea. In an unendurable and unending strain they worked like men driven by a merciless dream to toil in an atmosphere of ice or flame. They burnt and shivered in turns. Their eyeballs smarted as if in the smoke of a conflagration65; their heads were ready to burst with every shout. Hard fingers seemed to grip their throats. At every roll they thought; Now I must let go. It will shake us all off — and thrown about aloft they cried wildly: ‘Look out there — catch the end.’ . . . ‘Reeve clear’ . . . ‘Turn this block . . . ’ They nodded desperately; shook infuriated faces. ‘No! No! From down up.’ They seemed to hate one another with a deadly hate. The longing66 to be done with it all gnawed67 at their breasts, and the wish to do things well was a burning pain. They cursed their fate, contemned69 their life, and wasted their breath in deadly imprecations upon one another. The sailmaker, with his bald head bared, worked feverishly70, forgetting his intimacy71 with so many admirals. The boatswain, climbing up with marlinspikes and bunches of spunyarn rovings, or kneeling on the yard and ready to take a turn with the midship-stop, had acute and fleeting72 visions of his old woman and the youngsters in a moorland village. Mr. Baker, feeling very weak, tottered73 here and there, grunting74 and inflexible, like a man of iron. He waylaid75 those who, coming from aloft, stood gasping76 for breath. He ordered, encouraged, scolded. ‘Now then — to the top mainsail now! Tally77 on to that gantline. Don’t stand about there!’ — ‘Is there no rest for us?’ muttered voices. He spun round fiercely, with a sinking heart. — ‘No! No rest till the work is done. Work till you drop. That’s what you’re here for.’ A bowed seaman at his elbow gave a short laugh. — ‘Do or die,’ he croaked78 bitterly, then spat79 into his broad palms, swung up his long arms, and grasping the rope high above his head sent out mournful, wailing80 cry for a pull all together. A sea boarded the quarter-deck and sent the whole lot sprawling81 to leeward. Caps, handspikes floated. Clenched82 hands, kicking legs, with here and there a spluttering face, stuck out of the white hiss26 of foaming83 water. Mr. Baker, knocked down with the rest, screamed — ‘Don’t let go that rope! Hold on to it! Hold!‘And sorely bruised84 by the brutal85 fling, they held on to it, as though it had been the fortune of their life. The ship ran, rolling heavily, and the topping crests86 glanced past port and starboard flashing their white heads. Pumps were freed. Braces87 were rove. The three topsails and foresail were set. She spurted88 faster over the water, outpacing the swift rush of waves. The menacing thunder of distanced seas rose behind her — filled the air with the tremendous vibrations89 of its voice. And devastated90, battered91, and wounded she drove foaming to the northward92, as though inspired by the courage of a high endeavour . . .
The forecastle was a place of damp desolation. They looked at their dwelling93 with dismay. It was slimy, dripping; it hummed hollow with the wind, and was strewn with shapeless wreckage94 like a half-tide cavern95 in a rocky and exposed coast. Many had lost all they had in the world, but most of the starboard watch had preserved their chests; thin streams of water trickled96 out of them, however. The beds were soaked; the blankets spread out and saved by some nail squashed under foot. They dragged wet rags from evil-smelling corners, and, wringing98 the water our, recognised their property. Some smiled stiffly. Others looked round blank and mute.
There were cries of joy over old waistcoats, and groans100 of sorrow over shapeless things found amongst the black splinters of smashed bed boards. One lamp was discovered jammed under the bowsprit, Charley whimpered a little. Knowles stumped101 here and there, sniffing102, examining dark places for salvage103. He poured dirty water out of a boot, and was concerned to find the owner. Those who, overwhelmed by their losses, sat on the forepeak hatch, remained elbows on knees, and, with a fist against each cheek, disdained104 to look up. He pushed it under their noses. ‘Here’s a good boot. Yours?’ They snarled105, ‘No — get out.’ One snapped at him, ‘Take it the hell out of this.’ He seemed surprised. ‘Why? It’s a good boot,’ but remembering suddenly that he had lost every stitch of his clothing, he dropped his find and began to swear. In the dim light cursing voices clashed. A man came in and, dropping his arms, stood still, repeating from the doorstep, ‘Here’s a bloomin’ old go! Here’s a bloomin’ old go!’ A few rooted anxiously in flooded chests for tobacco. They breathed hard, clamoured with heads down, ‘Look at that, Jack106!’ . . . ‘Here! Sam! Here’s my shore-going rig spoilt for ever.’ One blasphemed tearfully holding up a pair of dripping trousers. No one looked at him. The cat came out from somewhere. He had an ovation107. They snatched him from hand to hand, caressed108 him in a murmur109 of pet names. They wondered where he had ‘weathered it out;’ disputed about it. A squabbling argument began. Two men came in with a bucket of fresh water, and all crowded round it; but Tom, lean and mewing, came up with every hair astir and had the first drink. A couple of men went aft for oil and biscuits.
Then in the yellow light and in the intervals110 of mopping the deck they crunched111 hard bread, arranging to ‘worry through somehow.’ Men chummed as to beds. Turns were settled for wearing boots and having the use of oilskin coats. They called one another ‘old man’ and ‘sonny’ in cheery voices. Friendly slaps resounded112. Jokes were shouted. One or two stretched on the wet deck, slept with heads pillowed on their bent113 arms, and several, sitting on the hatch, smoked. Their weary faces appeared through a thin blue haze114, pacified115 and with sparkling eyes. The boatswain put his head through the door. ‘Relieve the wheel. one of you’ — he shouted inside — ‘it’s six. Blamme if that old Singleton hasn’t been there more’n thirty hours. You are a fine lot.’ He slammed the door again. ‘Mate’s watch on deck,’ said some one. ‘Hey, Donkin, it’s your relief!’ shouted three or four together. He had crawled into an empty bunk116 and on wet planks117 lay still. ‘Donkin, your wheel.’ He made no sound. ‘Donkin’s dead,’ guffawed119 some one. ‘Sell ’is bloomin’ clothes,’ shouted another. ‘Donkin, ifye don’t go to the bloomin’ wheel they will sell your clothes — d’ye hear?’ jeered120 a third. He groaned122 from his dark hole. He complained about pains in all his bones, he whimpered pitifully. ‘He won’t go,’ exclaimed a contemptuous voice, ‘your turn, Davies.’ The young seaman rose painfully squaring his shoulders. Donkin stuck his head out, and it appeared in the yellow light, fragile and ghastly. ‘I will giv’ yer a pound of tobaccer,’ he whined124 in a conciliating voice, ‘so soon as I can draw it from haft. I will’I will — s’help me . . . ’ Davies swung his arm backhanded and the head vanished. ‘I’ll go, he said, but you will pay for it.’ He walked unsteady but resolute125 in the door. ‘So I will,’ yelped126 Donkin, popping out behind him. ‘So I will — s’elp me . . . three bob they chawrge.’ ‘You will pay my price . . . in fine weather.’ he shouted over his shoulder. One of the men unbuttoned his wet coat rapidly, threw it at his head. ‘Here, Taffy — take that, you thief!’ ‘Thank you!’ he cried from the darkness above the swish of rolling water. He could be heard splashing; a sea came on board with a thump127. ‘He’s got his bath already,’ remarked a grim shellback. ‘Aye, aye!’ grunted128 the others. Then, after a long silence, Wamibo made strange noises. ‘Hallo, what’s up with you?’ said one grumpily. ‘He says he would have gone for Davy,’ explained Archie, who was the Finn’s interpreter generally. ‘I believe him!’ cried voices . . . ‘Never mind, Dutchy . . . You’ll do, muddle-head . . . Your turn will come soon enough . . . You don’t know when ye’re well off.’ They ceased, and all together turned their faces to the door. Singleton stepped in, made two paces, and stood swaying slightly. The sea hissed129, flowed roaring past the bows, and the forecastle trembled, full of a deep rumour130; the lamp flared131, swinging like a pendulum133. He looked with a dreamy and puzzled stare, as though he could not distinguish the still men from their restless shadows. There were awe68-struck murmurs134:— ‘Hallo, hallo’ . . . ‘How does it look outside now, Singleton?’ Those who sat on the hatch lifted their eyes in silence, and the next oldest seaman in the ship (those two understood one another, though they hardly exchanged three words in a day) gazed up at his friend attentively135 for a moment, then taking a short clay pipe out of his mouth, offered it without a word. Singleton put out his arm towards it, missed, staggered, and suddenly fell forward, crashing down, stiff and headlong like an uprooted137 tree. There was a swift rush. Men pushed, crying:— ‘He’s done!’ . . . ‘Turn him over!’ . . . ‘Stand clear there!’ Under a crowd of startled faces bending over him he lay on his back, staring upwards138 in a continuous and intolerable manner. In the breathless silence of a general consternation139, he said in a grating murmur:— ‘I am all right,’ and clutched with his hands. They helped him up. He mumbled despondently:— ‘I am getting old . . . old.’ — ‘Not you,’ cried Belfast, with ready tact140. Supported on all sides, he hung his head. — ‘Are you better?’ they asked. He glared at them from under his eyebrows141 with large black eyes, spreading over his chest the bushy whiteness of a beard long and thick. — ‘Old! old!’ he repeated sternly. Helped along, he reached his bunk. There was in it a slimy soft heap of something that smelt142 like does at dead low water a muddy foreshore. It was his soaked straw bed. With a convulsive effort he pitched himself on it, and in the darkness of the narrow place could be heard growling143 angrily, like an irritated and savage61 animal uneasy in its den:— ‘Bit of breeze . . . small thing . . . can’t stand up . . . old!’ He slept at last. He breathed heavily, high-booted, sou’wester on head, and his oilskin clothes rustled144, when with a deep sighing groan99 he turned over. men conversed145 about him in quiet concerned whispers. ‘This will break ’im up’ . . . ‘Strong as a horse’ . . . ‘Aye. But he ain’t what he used to be’ . . . In sad murmurs they gave him up. Yet at midnight he turned out to duty as if nothing had been the matter, and answered to his name with a mournful ‘Here!’ He brooded alone more than ever, in an impenetrable silence and with a saddened face. For many years he had heard himself called ‘Old Singleton,’ and had serenely147 accepted the qualification, taking it as a tribute of respect due to a man who through half a century had measured his strength against the favours and the rages of the sea. He had never given a thought to his mortal self. He lived unscathed, as though he had been indestructible, surrendering to all the temptations, weathering many gales149. He had panted in sunshine, shivered in the cold; suffered hunger, thirst, debauch151; passed through many trials — known all the furies. Old! It seemed to him he was broken at last. And like a man bound treacherously152 while he sleeps, he woke up fettered153 by the long chain of disregarded years. He had to take up at once the burden of all his existence, and found it almost too heavy for his strength. Old! He moved his arms, shook his head, felt his limbs. Getting old . . . and then? He looked upon the immortal sea with the awakened154 and groping perception of its heartless might; he saw it unchanged, black and foaming under the eternal scrutiny155 of the stares; he heard its impatient voice calling for him out of a pitiless vastness full of unrest, of turmoil156, and of terror. He looked afar upon it, and he saw an immensity tormented157 and blind, moaning and furious, that claimed all the days of his tenacious life, and, when life was over, would claim the worn-out body of its slave.
This was the last of the breeze. It veered158 quickly, changed to a black south-eastern and blew itself out, giving the ship a famous shove to the northward into the joyous159 sunshine of the trade. Rapid and white she ran homewards in a straight path, under a blue sky and upon the plain of a blue sea. She carried Singleton’s completed wisdom, Donkin’s delicate susceptibilities, and the conceited161 folly162 of us all. The hours of ineffective turmoil were forgotten; the fear and anguish163 of these dark moments were never mentioned in the glowing peace of fine days. Yet from that time our life seemed to start afresh as though we had died and been resuscitated164. All the first part of the voyage, the Indian Ocean on the other side of the Cape49, all that was lost in a haze, like an ineradicable suspicion of some previous existence. It had ended — then there were blank hours; a livid blur165 — and again we lived! Singleton was possessed166 of sinister167 truth; Mr. Creighton of a damaged leg; the cook of fame — and shamefully168 abused the opportunities of his distinction. Donkin had an added grievance169. He went about repeating with insistence:— ‘’E said ’e would brain me — did you hear? They hare goin’ to murder hus now for the least little thing.’ We began at last to think it was rather awful. And we were conceited! We boasted our pluck, of our capacity foe170 work, of our energy. We remembered honourable171 episodes: our devotion, our indomitable perseverance172 — and were proud of them as though they had been the outcome of our unaided impulses. We remembered our danger, our toil — and conveniently forgot our horrible scare. We decried173 our officer — who had done nothing — and listened to the fascinating Donkin, His care for our rights, his disinterested174 concern for our dignity, were not discouraged by the invariable contumely of our words, by the disdain2 of our looks. Our contempt for him was unbounded — and we could unbounded — and we could not but listen with interest to that consummate175 artist. He told us we were good men — a ‘bloomin’ condemned176 lot of good men.’ ‘ Who thanked us? Who took any notice of our wrongs? Didn’t we lead a ‘dorg’s loife for two poun’ten a month?’ Did we think that miserable177 pay enough to compensate178 us for the risk to our lives and for the loss of our clothes? ‘We’ve lost hevery rag!’ he cried. He made us forget that he, at any rate, had lost nothing of his own. The younger men listened, thinking — this ’ere Donkin’s a long-headed chap, though no kind of man, anyhow. The Scandinavians were frightened at his audacities179; Wamibo did not understand; and the older seamen180 thoughtfully nodded their heads making the thin gold earrings glitter in the fleshy lobes181 of hairy ears. Severe, sun-burnt faces were propped182 meditatively183 on tattooed184 forearms. Veined, brown fists held in their grip the dirty white clay of smoldering185 pipes. They listened, impenetrable, broad-backed, with bent shoulders, and in grim silence. He talked with ardour, despised and irrefutable. His picturesque186 and filthy187 loquacity188 flowed like a troubled stream from a poisoned source. His beady little eyes danced, glancing right and left, ever on the watch for the approach of an officer. Sometimes Mr. Baker going forward to take a look at the head sheets would roll with his uncouth189 gait through the sudden stillness of the men; or Mr. Creighton limped along, smooth-faced, youthful, and more stern than ever piercing our short silence with a keen glance of his clear eyes. Behind his back Donkin would begin again darting190 stealthy, sidelong looks. — ‘‘Ere’s one of’em. Some of yer’as made ’im fast that day. Much thanks yer got for hit. Ain’t ’ee a-drivin’ yer wusse’n hever? . . . Let ’im slip hover-board . . . Vy not? It would ’ave been less trouble. Vy not?’ He advanced confidentially192, backed away with great effect; he whispered, he screamed, waved his miserable arms no thicker than pipe-stems — stretched his lean neck — spluttered — squinted193. In the pauses of his impassioned orations194 the wine sighed quietly aloft, the calm sea unheeded murmured in a warning whisper along the ship’s side. We abominated195 the creature and could not deny the luminous196 truth of his contentions197. It was all so obvious. We were indubitably good men; our deserts were great and our pay small. Through our exertions198 we had saved the ship and the skipper would get the credit of it. What had he done? we wanted to know. Donkin asked:— ‘What ’ee could do without hus?’ and we could not answer. We were oppressed by the injustice199 of the world, surprised to perceive how long we had lived under its burden without realising our unfortunate state, annoyed by the uneasy suspicion of our undiscerning stupidity. Donkin assured us it was all our ‘good ’eartedness,’ but we would not be consoled by such shallow sophistry200. We were men enough to courageously201 admit to ourselves our intellectual shortcomings; though from that time we refrained from kicking him, tweaking his nose or from accidentally knocking him about, which last, after we had weathered the Cape, had been rather a popular amusement. Davies ceased to talk at him provokingly about black eyes and flattened202 noses. Charley, much subdued203 since the gale150, sis not jeer121 at him. Knowles deferentially204 and with a crafty205 air propounded206 questions such as:— ‘Could we all have the same grub as the mates? Could we all stop ashore207 till we got it? What would be the next thing to try for if we got that?’ He answered readily with contemptuous certitude; he strutted208 with assurance in clothes that were much too big for him as though he had tried to disguise himself. These were Jimmy’s clothes most — though he would accept anything from anybody; but nobody, except Jimmy, had anything to spare. His devotion to Jimmy was unbounded. He was for ever dodging209 in the little cabin, ministering to Jimmy’s wants, humoring his whims210, submitting to his exacting211 peevishness212, often laughing with him. Nothing could keep him away from the pious213 work of visiting the sick, especially when there was some heavy hauling to be done on deck. Mr. Baker had on two occasions jerked him out of there by the scruff of the neck to our inexpressible scandal. Was a sick chap to be left without attendance? Were we to be ill-used for attending a shipmate? — ‘What?’ growled214 Mr.
Baker, turning menacingly at the mutter, and the whole half-circle like one man stepped back a pace. ‘Set the topmast stunsail. Away aloft Donkin, overhaul45 the gear.’ ordered the mate inflexibly215. ‘Fetch the sail along; bend the down-haul clear. Bear a hand.’ Then, the sail set, he would go slowly aft and stand looking at the compass for a long time, careworn216, pensive217, and breathing hard as if stifled218 by the taint13 o unaccoutable ill-will that pervaded219 the ship. ‘What’s up amongst them?’ he thought. ‘Can’t make out this hanging back and growling. A good crowd, too, as they go nowadays.’ On deck the men exchanged bitter words, suggested by a silly exasperation220 against something unjust and irremediable that would not be denied, and would whisper into their ears long after Donkin had ceased speaking. Our little world went on its curved and unswerving path carrying a discontented and aspiring221 population. They found comfort of a gloomy kind in an interminable and conscientious222 analysis of their unappreciated worth; and inspired by Donkin’s hopeful doctrines223 they dreamed enthusiastically of the time when every lonely ship would travel over a serene148 sea, manned by a wealthy and well-fed crew of satisfied skippers.
It looked as if it would be a long passage. The south-east trades, light and unsteady, were left behind; and then, on the equator and under a low grey sky, the ship, in close heat, floated upon a smooth sea that resembled a sheet of ground glass. Thunder squalls hung on the horizon, circled round the ship, far off and growling angrily, like a troop of wild beasts afraid to charge home. The invisible sun, sweeping224 above the upright masts, made on the clouds a blurred225 stain of rayless light, and a similar patch of faded radiance kept pace with it from east to west over the unglittering level of the waters. At night, through the impenetrable darkness of earth and heaven, broad sheets of flame waved noiselessly; and for half a second the becalmed craft stood out with its masts and rigging, with every sail and every rope distinct and black in the centre of a fiery226 outburst, like a charred227 ship enclosed in a globe of fire. And, again, for long hours she remained lost in a vast universe of night and silence where gentle sighs wandering here and there like forlorn souls, made the still sails flutter as in sudden fear, and the ripple228 of a beshrouded ocean whisper its compassion229 afar — in a voice mournful, immense, and faint . . .
When the lamp was put out, and through the door thrown wide open, Jimmy, turning on his pillow, could see vanishing beyond the straight line of top-gallant rail, the quick, repeated visions of a fabulous230 world made up of leaping fire and sleeping water. The lightning gleamed in his big sad eyes that seemed in a red flicker231 to burn themselves out in his black face, and then he would lay blinded and invisible in the midst of an intense darkness. He could hear on the quiet deck soft footfalls, the breathing of some man lounging on the doorstep; the low creak of swaying masts; or the calm voice of the watch-officer reverberating232 aloft, hard and loud, amongst the unstirring sails. he listened with avidity, taking a rest in the attentive136 perception of the slightest sound from the fatiguing233 wanderings of his sleeplessness234. He was cheered by the rattling of blocks, reassured235 by the stir and murmur of the watch, soothed237 by the slow yawn of some sleepy and weary seaman settling himself deliberately238 for a snooze on the planks. Life seemed an indestructible thing. It went on in darkness, in sunshine. in sleep; tireless, it hovered239 affectionately round the imposture240 of his ready death. It was bright, like the twisted flare132 of lightning, and more full of surprises than the dark night. It made him safe, and the calm of its overpowering darkness was as precious as its restless and dangerous light.
But in the evening, in the dog-watches, and even far into the first night-watch, a knot of men could always be seen congregated241 before Jimmy’s cabin. They leaned on each side of the door, peacefully interested and with crossed legs; they stood astride the doorstep discoursing242, or sat in silent couples on his sea-chest; while against the bulwark243 along the spare topmast, three or four in a row stared meditatively, with their simple faces lit up by the projected glare of Jimmy’s lamp. The little place, repainted white, had, in the night, the brilliance244 of a silver shrine245 where a black idol246, reclining stiffly under a blanket, blinked its weary eyes and received our homage247. Donkin officiated. He had the air of a demonstrator showing a phenomenon, a manifestation248 bizarre, simple, and meritorious249, that, to the beholders, should be a profound and an everlasting250 lesson. ‘Just look at ’im, ’e knows what’s what — never fear!’ he exclaimed now and then, flourishing a hand hard and fleshless like the claw of a snipe. Jimmy, on his back, smiled with reserve and without moving a limb. He affected251 the languor252 of extreme weakness, so as to make it manifest to us that our delay in hauling him out from his horrible confinement253, and then that night spent on the poop among out selfish neglect of his needs, had ‘done for him.’ He rather liked to talk about it, and of course we were always interested. He spoke254 spasmodically, in fast rushes with long pauses between, as a tipsy man walks . . . ‘Cook had just given me a pannikin of hot coffee . . . Slapped it down there, on my chest — banged the door to . . . I felt a heavy roll coming; tried to save my coffee, burnt my fingers . . . and fell out of my bunk . . . She went over so quick . . . Water came in through the ventilator . . . I couldn’t move the door to . . . dark as a grave . . . tried to scramble256 up into the upper berth257 . . . Rats . . . a rat bit my finger as I got up . . . I could hear him swimming below me . . . I thought you would never come . . . I thought you were all gone overboard . . . of course . . . could hear nothing but the wind . . . Then you came . . . to look for the corpse258, I suppose. A little more and . . . ’
‘Man! but ye made a rare lot of noise in here,’ observee Archie, thoughtfully.
‘You chaps kicked up such a confounded row above . . . Enough to scare any one . . . I didn’t know what you were up to . . . Bash in the blamed planks . . . my head . . . Just what a silly, scary gang of fools would do . . . Not much good to me anyhow . . . Just as well . . . drown . . . Pah.’
He groaned, snapped his big white teeth, and gazed with scorn. Belfast lifted a pair of dolorous259 eyes, with a broken-hearted smile, clenched his fists stealthily; blue-eyed Archie caressed his red whiskers with a hesitating hand;; the boatswain at the door stared a moment, and brusquely went away with a loud guffaw118. Wamibo dreamed . . . Donkin felt all over his sterile260 chin for the few rare hairs, and said, triumphantly262, with a sidelong glance at Jimmy:— ‘Look at ’im! Wish I was ’arf as ’ealthy has ’e his — I do.’ He jerked a short thumb over his shoulder towards the after end of the ship. ‘That’s the blooming way to do ’em!’ he yelped, with forced heartiness263. Jimmy said:— ‘Don’t be a dam’ fool,’ in a pleasant voice. Knowles, rubbing his shoulder against the doorpost, remarked shrewdly:— ‘We can’t all go an’ be took sick — it would be mutiny.’ — ‘Mutiny — gawn!’ jeered Donkin; ‘there’s no bloomin’ law against bein’ sick.’ — ‘There’s six weeks’ hard for refoosing dooty,’ argued Knowles, ‘I mind I once seed in Cardiff the crew of an overloaded264 ship — leastways she weren’t overloaded, only a fatherly old gentleman with a white beard and an umbreller came along the quay265 and talked to the hands. Said as how it was crool hard to be drownded in winter just for the sake of a few pounds more for the owner — he said. Nearly cried over them — he did; and he had a square mainsail coat, and a gaff-topsail hat too — all proper. So they chaps they said they wouldn’t go to be drownded in winter — depending upon that ’ere Plimsoll man to see ’em through the court. They thought to have a bloomin’ lark266 and two or three days spree. And the beak267 giv’ ’em six weeks — coss the ship warn’t overloaded. Anyways they made it out in court that she wasn’t. There wasn’t one overloaded ship in Penarth Dock at all. ‘Pears that old coon he was only on papy and allowance from some kind people, under orders to look for overloaded ships, and he couldn’t see no further than the length of his umbreller. Some of us in the boarding-house, where I live when I’m looking for a ship in Cardiff, stood by to duck that old weeping sponger in the dock. We kept a good look out, too — but he topped his boom directly he was outside the court . . . Yes. They got six weeks’ hard . . . ’
They listened, full of curiosity, nodding in the pauses their rough pensive faces. Donkin opened his mouth once or twice, but restrained himself. Jimmy lay still with open eyes and not at all interested. A seaman emitted an opinion that after a verdict of atrocious partiality ‘the bloomin’ beaks268 go an’ drink at the skipper’s expense.’ Others assented269. It was clear, of course, Donkin said:— ‘Well, six weeks hain’t much trouble. You sleep hall night in, reg’lar, in chokey. Do it hon my ’ead.’ ‘You are used to it ainch’ee, Donkin?’ asked somebody. Jimmy condescended270 to laugh. It cheered every one wonderfully. Knowles, with surprising mental agility271, shifted his ground. ‘If we all went sick what would happen to the ship? eh?’ He posed the problem and grinned all round. — ‘Let ’er go to ’ell,’ sneered272 Donkin. ‘Damn ’er. She ain’t yourn.’ — ‘What? Just let her drift?’ insisted Knowles in a tone of unbelief. — ‘Aye! Drift an’ be blowed,’ affirmed Donkin with fine recklessness. The other did not see it — meditated273. — ‘The stores would run out,’ he muttered, ‘and . . . never get anywhere . . . and what about pay-day?’ he added with greater assurance. — ‘Jack likes a good pay-day,’ exclaimed a listener on the doorstep. ‘Aye, because then the girls put one arm round his neck an’ t’other in his pocket, an’ call him ducky. Don’t they, Jack?’ — ‘Jack, you’re a terror with the gals274.’ — ‘He takes three of ’em in tow to once, like one of ’em Watkinses two-funnel tugs275 waddling276 away with three schooners277 behind.’ — ‘Jack, you’re a lame64 scamp.’ — ‘Jack, tell us about that one with a blue eye and a black eye. Do’ — ‘There’s plenty of girls with one black eye along the Highway by . . . ‘ — ‘No, that’s a speshul one — come Jack.’ Donkin looked severe and disgusted; Jimmy very bored; a grey-haired sea-dog s hook his head slightly, smiling at the bowl of his pipe, discreetly278 amused. Knowles turned about bewildered; stammered279 first at one, then at another. — ‘No! . . . I never! . . . can’t talk sensible sense amidst you . . . Always on the kid.’ He retired280 bashfully — muttering and pleased. They laughed hooting281 in the crude light, around Jimmy’s bed, where on a white pillow his hollowed black face moved to and fro restlessly. A puff282 of wind came, made the flame of the lamp leap, and outside, high up, the sails fluttered, while near by the block of the foresheet struck a ringing blow on the iron bulwark. A voice far off cried, ‘Helm up!’ another, more faint, answered, ‘Hard up, sir!’ They became silent — waiting expectantly. The grey-haired seaman knocked his pipe on the doorstep and stood up. The ship leaned over gently and the sea seemed to wake up, murmuring drowsily283. ‘Here’s a little wind comin’,‘said some one very low, Jimmy turned over slowly to face the breeze. The voice in the night cried loud and commanding:— ‘Haul the spanker out.’ The group before the door vanished out of the light. They could be heard tramping aft while they repeated with various intonations:— ‘Spanker out! . . . ’ ‘Out spanker, sir!’ Donkin remained alone with Jimmy. There was a silence. Jimmy opened and shut his lips several times as if swallowing draughts284 of fresher air; Donkin moved the toes of his bare feet and looked at them thoughtfully.
‘Ain’t you going to give give them a hand with the sail?’ asked Jimmy.
‘No. Hif six ov ’em hain’t ‘nough beef to set that blamed, rotten spanker, they hain’t fit to live,’ answered Donkin in a bored, faraway voice, as though he had been talking from the bottom of a hole. Jimmy considered the conical, fowl-like profile with a queer kind of interest; he was leaning out of his bunk with the calculating, uncertain expression of a man who reflects how best to lay hold of some strange creature that looks as though it could sting or bite. But he said only:— ‘The mate will miss you — and there will be ructions.’
Donkin got up to go. ‘I will do for ’im hon some dark night, see hif I don’t,’ he said over his shoulder.
Jimmy went on quickly:— ‘You’re like a poll-parrot, like a screechin’ poll-parrot.’ Donkin stopped and cocked his head attentively on one side. His big ears stood our, transparent286 and veined, resembling the thin wings of a bat.
‘Yuss?’ he said, with his back towards Jimmy.
‘Yes! Chatter287 out all you know — like . . . like a dirty white cockatoo.’
Donkin waited. He could hear the other’s breathing, long and slow; the breathing of a man with a hundredweight or so on the breast-bone. Then he asked calmly:— ‘What do I know?’
‘What? . . . What I tell you . . . not much. What do you want . . . to talk about my health so . . . ’
‘Hit’s a bloomin’ himposyshun. A bloomin’, stinkin’, first-class himposyshun — but hit don’t tyke me hin. Not hit.’
Jimmy kept still. Donkin put his hands in his pockets, and in one slouching stride came up to the bunk.
‘I talk — what’s the hodds. They hain’t men here — sheep they hare. A driven lot of sheep. I ’old you hup . . . Vy not? you’re well hoff.’
‘I am . . . I don’t say anything about that . . . ’
‘Well, Let ’em see hit. Let ’em larn what a man can do. I ham a man. I know hall about yer . . . ‘Jimmy threw himself further away on the pillow; the other stretched out his skinny neck, jerked his bird face down at him as though pecking at the eyes. ‘I ham a man. I’ve seen the hinside of every chokey in the Colonis rather’n give hup my rights . . . ’
‘You are a jail-prop,’ said Jimmy weakly.
‘I ham . . . an’ proud of it too. You! You ’aven’t the bloomin’ nerve — so you hinvented this ’ere dodge288 . . . ’ He paused, then with marked afterthought accentuated289 slowly:— ‘Yer ain’t sick — hare yer?’
‘No,’ said Jimmy firmly. ‘Been out of sorts now and again this year,’ he mumbled with a sudden drop in his voice.
Donkin closed one eye, amicable290 and confidential191. He whispered:— ‘Ye ’ave done it afore — aven’tchee?’ Jimmy smiled — then as if unable to hold back he let himself go:— ‘Last ship — yes. I was out of sorts on the passage. See? It was easy. They paid me off in Calcutta, and the skipper made no bones about it either . . . I got my money all right. Laid up fifty-eight days! The fools! O Lord! The fools! Paid right off.’ He laughed spasmodically. Donkin chummed giggling291. Then Jimmy coughed violently. ‘I am as well as ever,’ he said, as soon as he could draw breath.
Donkin made a derisive292 gesture. ‘In course,’ he said profoundly, ‘hany one can see that.’ — ‘They don’t.’ said Jimmy, gasping like a fish. —— ‘They would swallow any yarn,’ affirmed Donkin. — ‘Don’t you let on too much,’ admonished293 Jimmy in an exhausted voice. — ‘Your little gyme? Eh?’ commented Donkin jovially294. Then with sudden disgust: ‘Yer hall for yerself, s’long has ye’re right . . . ’
So charged with egoism James Wait pulled the blanket up to his chin and lay still for awhile. His heavy lips protruded295 in an everlasting black pout296. ‘Why are you so hot on making trouble?’ he asked without much interest.
‘Cos hit’s a bloomin’ shayme. We hare put hon . . . bad food, bad pay . . . I want hus to kick up a bloomin’ row; a blamed ’owling row that would make ’em remember! Knocking people habout . . . brain hus . . . hindeed! Ain’t we men?’ His altruistic297 indignation blazed. Then he said calmly; — ‘I’ve been a-hairing of yer clothes’ — ‘All right,’ said Jimmy languidly, ‘bring them in.’ — ‘Giv’ us the key of your chest, I’ll put ’em away for yer,’ said Donkin with friendly eagerness. — ‘Bring ’em in, I will put them away myself.’ answered James Wait with severity. Donkin looked down, muttering . . . ‘What d’you say? What d’you say?’ inquired Wait anxiously, — ‘Nothink. The night’s dry, let ’em ’ang out till the morning,’ said Donkin, in a strangely trembling voice, as though restraining laughter or rage. Jimmy seemed satisfied. — ‘Give me a little water for the night in my mug — there,‘he said.
Donkin took a stride over the doorstep. — ‘Git it yerself,’ he replied in a surly tone. ‘You can do it, hunless you hare_sick.’ — ‘Of course I can do it,’ said Wait, ‘only . . . ’ — ‘Well, then, do it.’ said Donkin viciously, ‘if yer can look hafter yer clothes, yer can look hafter yerself.’ He went on deck without a look back.
Jimmy reached out for the mug. Not a drop. He put it back gently with a faint sigh — and closed his eyes. He thought: — That lunatic Belfast will bring me some water if I ask. Fool. I am very thirsty . . . It was very hot in the cabin, and it seemed to turn slowly round, detach itself from the ship, and swing out smoothly into a luminous arid298 space where a black sun shone, spinning very fast. A place without any water! No water! A policeman with the face of Donkin drank a glass of beer by the side of an empty well, and flew away flapping vigorously. A ship whose mastheads protruded through the sky and could not be seen, was discharging grain, and the wind whirled the dry husks in spirals along the quay of a dock with no water in it. He whirled the dry husks in spirals along with the husks — and more dry. He expanded his hollow chest. The air streamed in carrying away in its rush a lot of strange things that resembled houses, trees, people, lamp-posts . . . No more! There was no more air — and he had not finished drawing his long breath. But he was in gaol299! They were locking him up. A door slammed. They turned the key twice, flung a bucket of water over him — Phoo! What for?
He opened his eyes, thinking the fall had been very heavy for an empty man — empty — empty. He was in his cabin. Ah! All right! His face was streaming with perspiration300, his arms heavier than lead. He saw the cook standing in the doorway301, a brass302 key in one hand and a bright tin hook-pot in the other.
‘I have been locking up for the night,’ said the cook, beaming benevolently303. ‘Eight-bells just gone. I brought you a pot of cold tea for your night’s drinking, Jimmy. I sweetened it with some white cabin sugar, too. Well — it won’t break the ship.’
He came in, hung the pot on the edge of the bunk, asked perfunctorily, ‘How goes it?’ and sat down on the box. — ‘H’m,’ grunted Wait inhospitably. The cook wiped his face with a dirty cotton rag, which, afterwards, he tied around his neck. — ‘That’s how them firemen do in steamboats,’ he said serenely, and much pleased with himself. ‘My work is as heavy as theirs — I’m thinking — and longer hours. did you ever see them down the stokehold? Like fiends they look — firing — firing — firing — down there.’
He pointed304 his forefinger305 at the deck. Some gloomy thought darkened his shining face, fleeting, like the shadow of a traveling cloud over the light of a peaceful sea. The relieved watch tramped noisily forward, passing in a body across the sheen of the doorway. Some one cried, ‘Good night!’ Belfast stopped for a moment and looked in at Jimmy, quivering and speechless as if with repressed emotion. He gave the cook a glance charged with dismal306 foreboding, and vanished. The cook cleared his throat, Jimmy stared upwards and kept as still as a man in hiding.
The night was clear, with a gentle breeze. The ship heeled over a little, slipping quietly over a sombre sea towards the inaccessible307 and festal splendor308 of a black horizon pierced by points of flickering309 fire. Above the mastheads the resplendent curve of the Milky310 Way spanned the sky like a triumphant261 arch of eternal light, thrown over the dark pathway of the earth. On the forecastle head a man whistled with loud precision a lively jig311, while another could be heard faintly, shuffling312 and stamping in time. There came from forward a confused murmur of voices, laughter — snatches of song. The cook shook his head, glanced obliquely313 at Jimmy, and began to mutter. ‘Aye. Dance and sing. That’s all they think of. I am surprised the Providence315 don’t get tired . . . They forget the day that’s sure to come . . . but you . . . ’
Jimmy drank a gulp316 of tea, hurriedly, as though he had stolen it, and shrank under his blanket, edging away towards the bulkhead. The cook got up, closed the door, then sat down again and said distinctly:—
‘Whenever I poke255 my galley317 fire I think of you chaps — swearing, stealing, lying, and worse — as if there was no such thing as another world . . . Not bad fellows, either, in a way,’ he conceded slowly; then, after a pause of regretful musing318 he went on in a resigned tone:— ‘Well, well. they will have a hot time of it. Hot! Did I say? The furnaces of one of them White Star boats ain’t nothing to it.’ He kept quiet for a while. There was a great stir in his brain; an addled319 vision of bright outlines; an exciting row of rousing songs and groans of pain. He suffered, enjoyed, admired, approved. He was delighted, frightened, exalted320 — like on that evening (the only time in his life — twenty-seven years ago; he loved to recall the number of years) when as a young man he had — through keeping bad company — become intoxicated321 in an East-end music-hall. A tide of sudden feeling swept him clean out of his body. He soared. He contemplated322 the secret of the hereafter. It commended itself to him. It was excellent; he loved it, himself, all hands, and Jimmy. His heart overflowed323 with tenderness with comprehension, with the desire to meddle324, with anxiety for the soul of that black man, with the pride of possessed eternity325, with the feeling of might. Snatch him up in his arms and pitch him right into the middle of salvation326 . . . the black soul — blacker — body — rot — Devil. No! Talk — strength — Samson . . . There was a great din16 as of cymbals327 in his ears; he flashed through an ecstatic jumble328 of shining faces, lilies, prayer-books, unearthly joy, white shirts, gold harps329, black coats, wings. He saw flowing garments, clean shaved faces, a sea of light —— a lake of pitch. There were sweet scents330, a smell of sulphur — red tongues of flame licking a white mist. An awesome331 voice thundered! . . . It lasted three seconds.
‘Jimmy!’ he cried in an inspired tone. Then he hesitated. A spark of human pity glimmered332 yet through the infernal fog of his supreme333 conceit160.
‘What?’ said James Wait, unwillingly. There was a silence. He turned his head just the least bit and stole a cautious glance. The cook’s lips moved inaudibly; his face was rapt his eyes turned up. He seemed to be mentally imploring334 deck beams, the brass hook of the lamp, two cockroaches335.
‘Look here,’ said James Wait, ‘I want to go to sleep. I think I could.’
‘This is no time for sleep!’ exclaimed the cook, very loud. He had prayerfully divested336 himself of the last vestige337 of his humanity. He was a voice — a fleshless and sublime338 thing, as on that memorable339 night — the night when he went over the sea to make coffee for perishing sinners. ‘This is no time for sleeping,’ he repeated with exaltation. ‘I can’t sleep.’
‘Don’t care damn,’ said Wait, with factitious energy. ‘I can. go an’ turn in.’
‘Swear . . . in the very jaws340! . . . In the very jaws! Don’t you see the fire . . . don’t you feel it? Blind, chock-full of sin! I can see it for you. I can’t bear it. I hear the call to save you. Night and day. Jimmy let me save you!’ The words of entreaty341 and menace broke out of him in a roaring torrent342. The cockroaches ran away. Jimmy perspired343, wriggling344 stealthily under his blanket. The cook yelled . . . ‘Your days are numbered! . . . ’ — ‘Get out of this,’ boomed Wait, courageously. — ‘Pray with me! . . . ’ — ‘I won’t! . . . ‘the little cabin was as hot as an oven. It contained an immensity of fear and pain; an atmosphere of shrieks345 and moans; prayers vociferated like blasphemies346 and whispered curses. Outside, the men called by Charley, who informed them in tones of delight that there was a row going on in Jimmy’s place, pushed before the closed door, too startled to open it. All hands were there. The watch below had jumped up, asked:— ‘What is it?’ Others said:— ‘Listen!’ The muffled347 screaming went on:— ‘On your knees! On your knees!’ — Shut up! — ‘Never! You are delivered into my hands . . . Your life has been saved . . . Purpose . . . Mercy . . . Repent348.’ — ‘You are a crazy fool! . . . ’ — ‘Account of you . . . you . . . Never sleep in this world, if I . . . ’ — ‘Leave off.’ — ‘No! . . . stokehold . . . only think! . . . ’ Then an impassioned screeching349 babble350 where words pattered like hail. — ‘No!’ shouted Jim. — ‘Yes. You are! . . . No help . . . Everybody says so.’ — ‘You lie!’ — ‘I see you dying this minnyt! . . . before my eyes . . . as good as dead now.’ — ‘Help!’ shouted Jimmy, piercingly. — ‘Not in this valley . . . look upwards,’ howled the other. — ‘Go away! Murder!Help!’ clamoured Jimmy. His voice broke. There were moanings, low mutters, a few sobs351.
‘What’s the matter now?’ said a seldom-heard voice. — ‘Fall back, men! Fall back, there!’ repeated Mr. Creighton sternly, pushing through — ‘Here’s the old man.’ whispered some. — ‘The cook’s in there, sir’ exclaimed several, backing away. The door clattered353 open; a broad stream of light4 darted354 out on wondering faces; a warm whiff of vitiated air passed. The two mates towered head and shoulders above the spare, grey-headed man who stood revealed between them, in shabby clothes, stiff and angular like a small carved figure, and with a thin, composed face. The cook got up from knees. Jimmy sat high in the bunk, clasping his drawn7-up legs. The tassel355 of the blue nightcap almost imperceptibly trembled over his knees. They gazed astonished at his long, curved back, while the white corner of one eye gleamed blindly at them. He was afraid to turn his head, he shrank within himself; and there was an aspect astounding356 and animal-like in the perfection of his expectant immobility. A thing of instinct — the unthinking stillness of a scared brute357.
‘What are you doing here?’ asked Mr. Baker, sharply. — ‘My duty,’ said the cook, with ardour. — ‘Your . . . what?‘began the mate. Captain Allistoun touched his arm lightly. — ‘I know his caper358,’ he said, in a low voice. ‘Coome out of that, Podmore,’ he ordered aloud.
The cook wrung359 his hands, shook his fists above his head, and his arms dropped as if too heavy. For a moment he stood distracted and speechless. — ‘Never,’ he stammered, ‘I . . . he . . . I.’ — ‘What — do — you — say?’ pronounced Captain Allistoun. ‘Come out at once — or . . . ’ — ‘I am going.’ said the cook, with a hasty and sombre resignation. He strode over the doorstep firmly — hesitated — made a few steps. They looked at him in silence. — ‘I make you responsible!’ he cried desperately, turning half round. ‘That man is dying. I make you . . . ’ — ‘You there yet?’ called the master in a threatening tone. — ‘No, sir,’ he exclaimed hurriedly in a startled voice. The boatswain led him away by the arm; some one laughed; Jimmy lifted his head for a stealthy glance, and in one unexpected leap sprang out of his bunk; Mr. Baker made a clever catch and felt him very limp in his arms; the group at the door grunted with surprise. — ‘He lies,’ gasped360 Wait. ‘He talked about black devils — he is a devil — a white devil — I am all right.’ He stiffened himself, and Mr. Baker, experimentally, let him go. He staggered a pace or two; Captain Allistoun watched him with a quiet and penetrating361 gaze; Belfast ran to his support. He did not appear to be aware of any one near him; he stood silent for a moment, battling single-handed with a legion of nameless terrors amidst the eager looks of excited men who watched him far off, utterly362 alone in the impenetrable solitude363 of his fear. Heavy breathings stirred the darkness. The sea gurgled through the scuppers as the ship heeled over to a short puff of wind.
‘Keep him away from me,’ said James Wait at last in his fine baritone voice, and leaning with all his weight on Belfast’s neck. ‘I’ve been better this last week . . . I am well . . . I was going back to duty . . . — now if you like — Captain.’ Belfast hitched364 his shoulders to keep him upright.
‘No,’ said the master, looking at him fixedly365.
Under Jimmy’s armpit Belfast’s red face moved uneasily. A row of eyes gleaming stared on the edge of light. They pushed one another with elbows, turned their heads, whispered. Wait let his chin fall on his breast and, with lowered eyelids, looked round in a suspicious manner.
‘Why not?’ cried a voice from the shadows, ‘the man’s all right, sir.’
‘I am all right,’ said Wait with eagerness. ‘Been sick . . . better . . . turn-to now.’ He sighed. — ‘Howly Mother!’ exclaimed Belfast with a heave of the shoulders, ‘stand up, Jimmy.’ — ‘Keep away from me then,’ said Wait, giving Belfast a petulant366 push, and reeling against the door-post. His cheek-bones glistened367 as though they had been varnished368. He snatched off his night-cap, wiped his perspiring369 face with it, flung it on the deck. ‘I am coming out,’ he said without stirring.
‘No. You don’t,’ said the master curtly370. Bare feet shuffled371, disapproving372 voices murmured all round; he went on as if he had not heard:— ‘You have been skulking373 nearly all the passage and now you want to come out. You think you are near enough to the pay-table now. Smell the shore, hey?’
‘I’ve been sick . . . now — better,’ mumbled Wait glaring in the light. — ‘You have been shamming374 sick,’ retorted Captain Allistoun with severity: ‘Why . . . ’ he hesitated for less than half a second. ‘Why, anybody can see that. There’s nothing the matter with you, but you choose to lie-up to please yourself — and now you shall lie-up to please me. Mr. baker, my orders are that this man is not to be allowed on deck to the end of the passage.’
There were exclamations375 of surprise, triumph, indignation. The dark group of men swung across the light. ‘What for?’ ‘Told you so . . . ’ ‘Bloomin’ shame . . . ‘ — ‘We’ve got to say something habout that,’ screeched377 Donkin from the rear. — ‘Never mind, Jim — ‘ — ‘We’ll see you righted,’ called several together. An elderly seaman stepped to the front. ‘D’ye mean to say, sir,’ he asked ominously378, ‘that a sick chap ain’t allowed to get well in this ’ere hooker?’ Behind him Donkin whispered excitedly amongst a staring crowd where no one spared him a glance, but Captain Allistoun shook a forefinger at the angry bronzed face of the speaker. — ‘You — you hold your tongue,’ he said warningly. — ‘This isn’t the way,’ clamoured two or three younger men. ‘Hare we bloomin’ masheens?’ inquired Donkin in a piercing tone, and dived under the elbows of the front rank. — ‘Soon show’im we ain’t boys . . . ’ — ‘The man’s a man if he is black.’ — ‘We ain’t goin’ to work this bloomin’ ship shorthanded if Snowball’s all right . . . ’ — ‘He says he is.’ — ‘Well then, strike, boys, strike!’ — ‘That’s the bloomin’ ticket.’ Captain Allistoun said sharply to the second mate:‘Keep quiet, Mr. Creighton,’ and stood composed in the tumult379, listening with profound attention to mixed growls380 and screeches381, to every exclamation376 and every curse of the sudden outbreak. Somebody slammed the cabin door to with a kick; the darkness full of menacing mutters leaped with a short clatter352 over the streak382 of light, and the men became gesticulating shadows that growled, hissed, laughed excitedly. Mr. Baker whispered:— ‘Get away from them, sir.’ The big shape of Mr. Creighton hovered silently about the slight figure of the master. — ‘We have been hymposed upon all this voyage,’ said a gruff voice, ‘but this ’ere fancy takes the cake.’ — ‘That man is a shipmate.’ — ‘Are we bloomin’ kids?’ — ‘The port watch will refuse duty.’ Charley carried away by his feelings whistled shrilly383, then yelped:— ‘Giv’ us our Jimmy!’ This seemed to cause a variation in the disturbance384. There was a fresh burst of squabbling uproar385. A lot of quarrels were going on at once. — ‘Yes’ — ‘No.’ — ‘N ever been sick.’ — ‘Go for them to once.’ — ‘Shut yer mouth, youngster — this is men’s work.’ — ‘Is it?’ muttered Captain Allistoun bitterly. Mr. Baker grunted:‘Ough! They’re gone silly. They’ve been simmering for the last month.’ — ‘I did notice,’ said the master. — ‘They have started a row amongst themselves now,’ said Mr. Creighton with disdain, ‘better get aft, sir. We will soothe236 them.’ — ‘Keep your temper, Creighton,’ said the master. And the three men began to move slowly towards the cabin door.
In the shadows of the fore8 rigging a dark mass stamped eddied386, advanced, retreated. There were words of reproach, encouragement, unbelief, execration387. The elder seamen, bewildered and angry, growled their determination to go through with something or othere; but the younger school of advanced thought exposed their and Jimmy’s wrongs with confused shouts, arguing amongst themselves. They clustered round that moribund388 carcass, the fit emblem389 of their aspirations390. and encouraging one another they swayed, they tramped on one spot, shouting that they would not be ‘put upon’ Inside the cabin, Belfast, helping391 Jimmy into his bunk, twitched392 all over in his desire not to miss all the row, and with difficulty restrained the tears of his facile emotion. James Wait flat on his back under the blanket, gasped complaints. — ‘We will back you up, never fear,’ assured Belfast, busy about his feet. — ‘I’ll come out tomorrow — skipper or no skipper.’ He lifted one arm with great difficulty, passed the hand over his face; ‘Don’t you let that cook . . . ’ he breathed out. — ‘No, no,’ said Belfast, turning his back on the bunk, ‘I will put a head on him if he comes near you.’ — ‘I will smash his mug!’ exclaimed faintly Wait, enraged393 and weak; ‘I don’t want to kill a man, but . . . ’ He panted fast like a dog after a run in sunshine. Some one just outside the door shouted, ‘He’s as fit as any ov us!’ Belfast put his hand on the door-handle. — ‘Here!’ called James Wait hurriedly and in such a clear voice that the other spun round with a start. James Wait, stretched out black and deathlike in the dazzling light, turned his head on the pillow. His eyes stared at Belfast, appealing and impudent395. ‘I am rather weak from lying-up so long,’ he said distinctly. Belfast nodded. ‘Getting quite well now,’ insisted Wait. — ‘Yes, I noticed you getting better this . . . last month,’ said Belfast looking down. ‘Hallo! What’s this?’ he shouted and ran out.
He was flattened directly against the side of the house by two men who lurched against him. A lot of disputes seemed to be going on all round. He got clear and was three distinct figures standing alone in the fainter darkness under the arched foot of the mainsail, that rose above their heads like a convex wall of a high edifice397. Donkin hissed:— ‘Go for them . . . it’s dark!’ The crowd took a short run aft in a body — then there was a check. Donkin, agile123 and thin flitted past with his right arm going like a windmill — and then stood still suddenly with his arm pointing rigidly398 above his head. The hurtling flight of some small heavy object was heard; it passed between the heads of the two mates, bounded heavily along the deck, stuck the after hatch with a ponderous399 and deadened blow. The bulky shape of Mr. Baker grew distinct. ‘Come to your senses, men!’ he cried, advancing at the arrested crowd. ‘Come back, Mr. Baker!’ called the master’s quiet voice. He obeyed unwillingly. There was a minute of silence, then a deafening400 hubbub401 arose. Above it Archie was heard energetically:— ‘If ye do oot ageen I wull tell!’ There were shouts. ‘Don’t!’ ‘drop it!’ — ‘We ain’t that kind!’ The black cluster of human forms reeled against the bulwark, back again towards the house. Shadowy figures could be seen tottering402, falling, leaping up. Ringbolts rang under stumbling feet. — ‘drop it!’ ‘Let me!’ — ‘No!’ — ‘Curse you! . . . hah!’ Then sounds as of some one’s face being slapped; a piece of iron fell on the deck; a short scuffle, and some one’s shadowy shadowy body scuttled403 rapidly across the main hatch before the shadow of a kick. A raging voice sobbed404 out a torrent of filthy language . . . — ‘Throwing things — good God!’ grunted Mr. Baker in dismay. — ‘That was meant for me,’ said the master quietly; ‘I felt the wind of that thing; what was it — an iron belaying-pin?’ — ‘By Jove!’ muttered Mr. Creighton. The confused voices of men talking amidships mingled405 with the wash of the sea, ascended406 between the silent and distended407 sails — seemed to flow away into the night, further than the horizon, higher than the sky. The stars burned steadily408 over the inclined mastheads. Trails of light lay on the water, broke before the advancing hull409, and, after she had passed, trembled for a long time as if in awe of the murmuring sea.
Meantime the helmsman, anxious to know what the row was about, had let go the wheel, and, bent double, ran with long stealthy footsteps to the break of the poop. The Narcissus, left to herself, came up gently to the wind without any one being aware of it. She gave a slight roll, and the sleeping sails woke suddenly, coming all together with a mighty410 flap against the masts, then filled again one after another in a quick succession of loud reports that ran down the lofty spars, till the collapsed411 mainsail flew out last with a violent jerk. The ship trembled from trucks to keel; the sails kept on rattling like a discharge of musketry; the chain sheets and loose shackles412 jingled413 aloft in a thin peal394; the gin blocks groaned. It was as if an invisible hand had given the ship an angry shake to recall the men that peopled her decks to the sense of reality, vigilance and duty. — ‘Helm up!’ cried the master sharply. ‘Run aft, Mr. Creighton, and see what that fool there is up to.’ — ‘Flatten in the head sheets. Stand by the weather fore-braces,’ growled Mr. Baker. Startled men ran swiftly repeating the orders. The watch below, abandoned all at once by the watch on deck, drifted towards the forecastle in twos and threes, arguing noisily as they went. — ‘We shall see to-morrow!’ cried a loud voice, as if to cover with a menacing hint an inglorious retreat. And then only orders were heard, the falling of heavy coils of rope, the rattling of blocks. Singleton’s white head flitted here and there in the night, high above deck, like the ghost of a bird. — ‘Going off, sir!’ shouted Mr. Creighton from aft. — ‘Full again.’ — ‘All right . . . ’ — ‘Ease off the head sheets. That will do the braces. Coil the ropes,’ grunted Mr. Baker, bustling415 about.
Gradually the tramping noises, the confused sound of voices, died out, and the officers, coming together on the poop discussed events. Mr. Baker was bewildered and grunted; Mr. Creighton was calmly furious; but Captain Allistoun was composed and thoughtful. He listened to Mr. Baker’s growling argumentation, to Creighton’s interjected and severe remarks, while looking down on the deck he weighed in his hand the iron belaying-pin — that a moment ago had just missed his head — as if it had been the only tangible416 fact of the whole transaction. He was one of those commanders who speak little, seem to hear nothing, look at no one — and know everything, hear every whisper, see every fleeting shadow of their ship’s life. His two big officers towered above his lean, short figure; they talked over his head; they were dismayed, surprised, and angry, while between them the little quiet man seemed to have found his taciturn serenity417 in the profound depths of a larger experience. Lights were burning in the forecastle; now and then a gust52 of babbling418 chatter came from forward, swept over the decks, and became faint, as if the unconscious ship gliding419 gently through the great peace of the sea, had left behind and for ever the foolish noise of turbulent mankind. But it was renewed again and again. Gesticulating arms, profiles of heads with open mouths appeared for a moment in the illuminated420 squares of doorways421; black fists darted — withdrew . . . ‘Yes. It was most damnable to have such an unprovoked row sprung on one,’ assented the master . . . A tumult of yells rose in the light, abruptly422 ceased . . . He didn’t think there would be any further trouble just then . . . A bell was struck aft, another, forward, answered in a deeper tone, and the clamour of ringing metal spread round the ship in a circle of wide vibrations that ebbed423 away into the immeasurable night of an empty sea . . . Didn’t he know them! Didn’t he! In past years. Better men, too. Real men to stand by one in a tight place. Worse than devils too sometimes — downright, horned devils. Pah! This — nothing. A miss as good as a mile . . . The wheel was being relieved in the usual way. — ‘Full and by,’ said, very loud, the man going off. — ‘Full and by,’ repeated the other, catching424 hold of the spokes425. — ‘This head wind is my trouble,’ exclaimed the master, stamping his foot in sudden anger; ‘head wind! all the rest is nothing.’ He was calm again in a moment. ‘Keep them on the move to-night, gentlemen; just to let them feel we’ve got hold all the time — quietly, you know. Mind you keep your hands off them, Creighton. To-morrow I will talk to them like a Dutch Uncle. A crazy crowd of tinkers! Yes, tinkers! I could count the real sailors amongst them on the fingers of one hand. Nothing will do but a row — if — you — please.’ He paused. ‘Did you think I had gone wrong there Mr. Baker?’ He tapped his forehead, laughed short. ‘When I saw him standing there, three parts dead and so scared — black amongst that gaping426 lot — no grit427 to face what’s coming to us all — the notion came to me all at once, before I could think. Sorry for him — like you would be for a sick bruter. If ever a creature was in a mortal funk to die! . . . I thought I would let him go out in his own way. Kind of impulse. It never came into my head, those fools . . . H’m! Stand to it now — of course.’ He stuck the belaying-pin in his pocket, seemed ashamed of himself, then sharply:— ‘If you see Podmore at his tricks again tell him I will have him put under the pump. Had to do it once before. The fellow breaks out like that now and then. Good cook tho’.’ He walked away quickly, came back to the companion. The two mates followed him through the starlight with amazed eyes. He went down three steps, and changing his tone, spoke with his head near the deck:— ‘I shan’t turn in to-night. in case of anything; just call out if . . . Did you see the eyes of that sick nigger, Mr. Baker? I fancied he begged me for something. What? Past all help. One lone146 black beggar amongst the lot of us, and he seemed to look through me into the very hell. Fancy, this wretched Podmore! Well, let him die in peace. I am master here after all. Say what I like. Let him be. He might have been half a man once . . . Keep a good look-out.’ He disappeared below, leaving his mates facing one another, and more impressed than if they had seen a stone image shed a miraculous428 tear of compassion over the incertitudes of life and death . . .
In the blue mist spreading from twisted threads that stood upright in the bowls of pipes, the forecastle appeared as vast as a hall. Between the beams a heavy cloud stagnated429; and the lamps surrounded by halos burned each at the core of a purple glow in two lifeless flames without rays. Wreaths drifted in denser430 wisps. Men sprawled431 about on the deck, sat in negligent432 poses, or, bending a knee, drooped433 with one shoulder against a bulkhead. Lips moved, eyes flashed, waving arms made sudden eddies434 in the smoke. The murmur of voices seemed to pile itself higher and higher as if unable to run out quick enough through the narrow doors. The watch below in their shirts, and striding on long white legs resembled raving435 somnambulists; while now and then one of the watch on deck would rush in, looking strangely over-dressed, listen a moment, fling a rapid sentence into the noise and run out again; but a few remained near the door, fascinated, and with one ear turned to the deck. — ‘Stick together, boys,’ roared Davis. Belfast tried to make himself heard. Knowles grinned in a slow, dazed way. A short fellow with a thick clipped beard kept on yelling periodically:— ‘Who’s afeard? Who’s afeard?’ Another one jumped up, excited, with blazing eyes, sent out a sting of unattached curses and sat down quietly. Two men discussed familiarly, striking one another’s breast in turn, to clinch436 arguments. Three others, with their heads in a bunch, spoke all together with a confidential air, and at the top of their voices. It was a stormy chaos437 of speech where intelligible438 fragments tossing, struck the ear. One could hear:— ‘In the last ship’ — ‘Who cares? Try it on any one of us if — .’ ‘Knock under’ — ‘Not a hand’s turn’ — ‘He says he is all right’ — ‘I always thought’ — ‘Never mind . . . ’ Donkin, crouching all in a heap against the bowsprit, hunched439 his shoulder-blades as high as his ears, and hanging a peaked nose, resembled a sick vulture with ruffled440 plumes441. Belfast, straddling his legs, had a face red with yelling, and with arms thrown up, figured a Maltese cross. The two Scandinavians, in a corner, had the dumbfounded and distracted aspect of men gazing at a cataclysm442. And, beyond the light, Singleton stood in the smoke, monumental, indistinct, with his head touching443 the beam; like a statue of heroic size in the gloom of a crypt.
He stepped forward, impassive and big. The noise subsided444 like a broken wave: but Belfast cried once more with uplifted arms:— ‘The man is dying I tell ye!’ then sat down suddenly on the hatch and took his head between his hands. All looked at Singleton, gazing upwards from the deck staring out of dark corners, or turning their heads with curious glances. They were expectant and appeased445 as if that old man, who looked at no one, had possessed the secret of their uneasy indignations and desires, a sharper vision, a clearer knowledge. And indeed standing there amongst them, he had the uninterested appearance of one who had seen multitudes of ships, had listened many times to voices such as theirs, had already seen all that could happen on the wide seas. They heard his voice rumble446 in his broad chest as though the words had been rolling towards them out of a rugged447 past. ‘What do you want to do?’ he asked. No one answered. Only Knowles muttered — ‘Aye, aye,’ and somebody said low:— ‘It’s a bloomin’ shame.’ He waited made a contemptuous gesture. — ‘I have seen rows aboard ship before some of you were born,’ he said slowly, ‘for something or nothing; but never for such a thing. — ‘ ‘The man is dying, I tell ye,’ repeated Belfast woefully, sitting at Singleton’s feet. — ‘And a black fellow, too,’ went on the old seaman, ‘I have seen them die like flies.’ He stopped, thoughtful, as if trying to recollect448 gruesome things, details of horrors, hecatombs of niggers. They looked at him fascinated. He was old enough to remember slavers, bloody449 mutinies, pirates perhaps; who could tell through what violences and terrors he had lived! What would he say? He said:— ‘You can’t help him; die he must.’ He made another pause. His moustache and beard stirred. He chewed words, mumbled behind white hairs; incomprehensible and exciting, like an oracle450 behind a veil . . . — ‘Stop ashore — sick. — Instead — bringing all this head wind. Afraid. The sea will have her own. — Die in the sight of land. Always so. They know it — long passage — more days, more dollars. — you keep quiet. — What do you want? Can’t help him.’ He seemed to wake up from a dream. ‘You can’t help your selves,’ he said austerely451, ‘Skipper’s no fool. He has something in his mind. Look out — I say! I know ’em!’ With eyes fixed in front he turned his head from right to left, from left to right, as if inspecting a long row of astute452 skippers. — ‘He said ’e would brain me!’ cried Donkin in a heartrending tone. Singleton peered downwards453 with puzzled attention, as though he couldn’t find him. — ‘Damn you!’ he said vaguely, giving it up. He radiated unspeakable wisdom, hard unconcern, the chilling air of resignation. Round him all the listeners felt themselves somehow completely enlightened by their disappointment, and, mute, they lolled about with the careless ease of men who can discern perfectly454 the irremediable aspect of their existence. He, profound and unconscious, waved his arm once, and strode out on deck without another word.
Belfast was lost in a round-eyed meditation455. One or two vaulted456 heavily into upper berths457, and, once there, sighed; others dived head first inside lower bunks458 — swift, and turning round instantly upon themselves, like animals going into lairs459. The grating of a knife scraping burnt clay was heard. Knowles grinned no more. Davies said, in a tone of ardent460 conviction:— ‘Then our skipper’s looney.’ Archie muttered:— ‘My faith! we haven’t heard the last of it yet!’ Four bells were struck. — ‘Half our watch below is gone!’ cried Knowles in alarm, then reflected, ‘Well, two hours sleep is something towards a rest,’ he observed consolingly. Some already pretended to slumber461; and Charley, sound asleep, suddenly said a few slurred462 words in an arbitrary, blank voice. — ‘This blamed boy has worrums!’ commented Knowles from under a blanket, and in a learned manner. Belfast got up and approached Archie’s berth. — ‘we pulled him out,’ he whispered sadly. — ‘And now we will have to chuck him overboard,’ went on Belfast, whose lower lip trembled. — ‘Chuck what?’ asked Archie. — ‘Poor Jimmy,’ breathed out Belfast. — ‘He be blowed!’ said Archie with untruthful brutality463, and sat up in his bunk;‘It’s all through him. If it hadn’t been for me, there would have been murder on board this ship!’ — ‘Tain’t his fault, is it?’ argued Belfast, in a murmur; ‘I’ve put him to bed . . . and he ain’t no heavier than an empty beef-cask,’ he added, with tears in his eyes. Archie looked at him steadily, then turned his nose to the ship’s side with determination. Belfast wandered about as though he had lost his way in the dim forecastle, and nearly fell over Donkin. He contemplated him from on high for awhile. ‘Ain’t ye going to turn in?’ he asked. Donkin looked up hopelessly. — ‘That black-’earted Scotch464 son of a thief kicked me!’ he whispered from the floor, in a tone of utter desolation. — ‘And a good job, too!’ said Belfast, still very depressed465; ‘You were as near hanging as damn-it to-night, sonny. Don’t you play any of your murthering games around my Jimmy! You haven’t pulled him out. You just mind! ‘Cos if I start to kick you’ — he brightened up a bit — ‘if I start to kick you, it will be Yankee fashion — to break something!’ He tapped lightly with his knuckles466 the top of the bowed head. ‘You moind, me bhoy!’ he concluded, cheerily. Donkin let it pass. — ‘Will they split on me?’ he asked, with pained anxiety. — ‘Who — split?’ hissed Belfast, coming back a step. ‘I would split your nose this minyt if I hadn’t Jimmy to look after! Who d’ye think we are?’ Donkin rose and watched Belfast’s back lurch396 through the doorway. On all sides men slept, breathing calmly. He seemed to draw courage and fury from the peace around him. Venomous and thin-faced, he glared from the ample misfit of borrowed clothes as if looking for something he could smash. His heart leaped wildly in his narrow chest. They slept! He wanted to wring97 necks, gouge467 eyes, spit on faces. He shook a dirty pair of meagre fists at the smoking lights. ‘Ye’re no men!’ he cried, in a deadened tone. No one moved. ‘Yer ’aven’t the pluck of a mouse!’ His voice rose to a husky screech285. Wamibo blinked, uncomprehending but interested. Donkin sat down heavily; he blew with force through quivering nostrils468, he ground and snapped his teeth, and, with the chin pressed hard against the breast, he seemed busy gnawing469 his way through it, as if to get at the heart within . . .
In the morning the ship, beginning another day of her wandering life, had an aspect of sumptuous470 freshness, like the spring-time of the earth. The washed decks glistened in a long clear stretch; the oblique314 sunlight struck the yellow brasses471 in dazzling splashes, darted over the polished rods in lines of gold, and the single drops of salt water forgotten here and there along the rail were as limpid472 as drops of dew, and sparkled more than scattered473 diamonds. The sails slept hushed by a gentle breeze. The sun, rising lonely and splendid in the blue sky, saw a solitary474 ship gliding close-hauled on the blue sea.
The men pressed three deep abreast475 of the mainmast and opposite the cabin-door. They shuffled, pushed, had an irresolute476 mien477 and stolid478 faces. At every slight movement Knowles lurched heavily on his short leg. Donkin glided479 behind backs, restless and anxious, like a man looking for an ambush480. Captain Allistoun came out suddenly. He walked to and fro before the front. He was grey, slight, alert, shabby in the sunshine, and as hard as adamant481. He had his right hand in the side-pocket of his jacket, and also something heavy in there that made folds all down that side. One of the seamen cleared his throat ominously. — ‘I haven’t till now found fault with you men,’ said the master, stopping short. He faced them with his worn, steely gaze, that by an universal illusion looked straight into every individual pair of the twenty pairs of eyes before his face. At his back, Mr. baker, bloomy and bull-necked, grunted low; Mr. Creighton, fresh as paint, had rosy482 cheeks and a ready, resolute bearing. ‘And I don’t now,’ continued the master; ‘but I am here to drive this ship and keep every man-jack aboard of her up to the mark. If you knew your work as well as I do mine, there would be no trouble. You’ve been braying483 in the dark about “See to-morrow morning!” Well, you see me now. What do you want?’ He waited, stepping quickly to and fro, giving them searching glances. What did they want? Jimmy was forgotten; no one thought of him, alone forward in his cabin, fighting great shadows, clinging to brazen484 lies, chuckling485 painfully over his transparent deceptions486. No, not Jimmy; he was more forgotten than if he had been dead. They wanted great things. And suddenly all the simple words they knew seemed to be lost for ever in the immensity of their vague and burning desire. They knew what they wanted, but they could not find anything worth saying. They stirred on one spot, swinging, at the end of muscular arms, big tarry hands with crooked487 fingers. A murmur died out. — ‘What is it — food?’ asked the master, ‘you know the stores had been spoiled off the Cape.’ — ‘We know that, sir,’ said a bearded shell-back in the front rank — ‘Work too hard — eh? Too much for your strength?’ he asked again. There was an offended silence. — ‘We don’t want to go shorthanded, sir,’ began at last Davies in a wavering voice, ‘and this ’ere black — . . . ‘ — ‘Enough!’ cried the master. He stood scanning them for a moment, then walking a few steps this way and that began to storm at them coldly, in gusts violent and cutting like the gales of those icy seas that had known his youth. — ‘Tell you what’s the matter? Too big for your boots. Think yourselves damn good men. Know half your work. Do half your duty. Think it too much. If you did ten times as much it wouldn’t be enough.’ — ‘We did our best by her, sir,’ cried some one with shaky exasperation. — ‘Your best,’ stormed on the master; ‘You here a lot on shore, don’t you? They don’t tell you there your best isn’t much to boast of. I tell you — your best is no better than bad. You can do no more? No, I know, and say nothing. But you stop your caper or I will stop it for you! Stop it!’ He shook a finger at the crowd. ‘As to that man,’ he raised his voice very much; ‘as to that man, if he puts his nose out on deck without my leave I will clap him in irons. There!’ The cook heard him forward, ran out of the galley lifting his arms, horrified488, unbelieving, amazed, and ran in again. There was a moment of profound silence during which a bow-legged seaman, stepping aside, expectorated decorously into the scupper. ‘There is another thing,’ said the master calmly. He made a quick stride and with a swing took an iron belaying-pin out of his pocket. ‘This!’ His movement was so unexpected and sudden that the crowd stepped back. He gazed fixedly at their faces, and some at once put on a surprised air as though they had never seen a belaying-pin before. He held it up. ‘This is my affair. I don’t ask you any questions, but you all know it; it has got to go where it came from.’ His eyes became angry. The crowd stirred uneasily. They looked away from the piece of iron, they appeared shy, they were embarrassed and shocked as though it had been something horrid489, scandalous, or indelicate, that in common decency490 should not have been flourished like this in broad daylight. The master watched them attentively. ‘Donkin,’ he called out in a short, sharp tone.
Donkin dodged491 behind one, then behind another, but they looked over their shoulders and moved aside. The ranks kept on opening before him, closing behind, till at last he appeared alone before the master as though he had come up through the deck. Captain Allistoun moved close to him. They were much of a size, and at short range the master exchanged a deadly glance with the beady eyes. They wavered, — ‘You know this,’ asked the master. — ‘No, I don’t,’ answered the other with cheeky trepidation492. — ‘You are a cur. Take it,‘ordered the master. Donkin’s arms seemed glued to his thighs493; he stood, e yes front, as if drawn on parade. ‘Take it,’ repeated the master, and stepped closer; they breathed on one another. ‘Take it,’ said Captain Allistoun again, making a menacing gesture. Donkin tore away one arm from his side. — ‘Vy hare yer down hon me?’ he mumbled with effort as if his mouth had been full of dough494. — ‘If you don’t . . . ‘ began the master. Donkin snatched at the pin as though his intention had been to run away with it, and remained stock still holding it like a candle. ‘Put it back where you took it from,’ said Captain Allistoun, looking at him fiercely. Donkin stepped back opening wide eyes. ‘Go, you blackguard, or I will make you,’ cried the master, driving him slowly backwards495 by a menacing advance. He dodged, and with the dangerous iron tried to guard his head from a threatening fist. Mr. Baker ceased grunting for a moment. — ‘Good! By Jove,’ murmured appreciatively Mr. Creighton in the tone of a connoisseur496. — ‘Don’t tech me,’ snarled Donkin, backing away. — ‘Then go. Go faster.’ — ‘Don’t yer ’it me . . . I will pull yer hup afore the magistryt . . . I’ll show yer hup.’ Captain Allistoun made a long stride and Donkin, turning his back fairly, ran off a little, then stopped and over his shoulder showed yellow teeth. — ‘Further on, fore-rigging,’ urged the master, pointing with his arm. — ‘Hare yer goin’ to stand by and see me bullied,’ screamed Donkin at the silent crowd that watched him. Captain Allistoun walked at him smartly. He started off again with a leap, dashed at the fore-rigging, rammed497 the pin into its hole violently. ‘I will be heven with yer yet,’ he screamed at the ship at large and vanished beyond the foremast. Captain Allistoun spun round and walked back aft with a composed face, as though he had already forgotten the scene. Men moved out of his way. He looked at no one. — ‘That will do, Mr. Baker. Send the watch below,’ he said quietly. ‘And you men try to walk straight for the future,’ he added in a calm voice. He looked pensively498 for a while at the of the impressed and retreating crowd. ‘Breakfast, steward499,’ he called in a tone of relief through the cabin door. — ‘I didn’t like to see you — Ou gh! — give that pin to that chap, sir,’ observed Mr. Baker; ‘he could have bust414 — Ough! — bust your head like an eggshell with it.’ — ‘O! he!’ muttered the master absently. ‘Queer lot,’ he went on in a low voice. ‘I suppose it’s all right now. Can never tell tho’, nowadays, with such a . . . years ago; I was a young master then — one China voyage I had a mutiny; real mutiny, Baker. Different men tho’. I knew what they wanted: they wanted to broach500 cargo501 and get at the liquor. Very simple . . . We knocked them about for two days, and when they had enough — gentle as lambs. Good crew. And a smart trip I made.’ He glanced aloft at the yards braced502 sharp up. ‘Head wind day after day,’ he exclaimed bitterly. ‘Will we never get a decent slant503 this passage?’ — ‘Ready, sir,’ said the steward appearing before them as if by magic and with a stained napkin in his hand. — ‘Ah! All right. Come along Mr. Baker — it’s late — with all this nonsense.’
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271 agility | |
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388 moribund | |
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n.(指人)指关节( knuckle的名词复数 );(指动物)膝关节,踝v.(指人)指关节( knuckle的第三人称单数 );(指动物)膝关节,踝 | |
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468 nostrils | |
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469 gnawing | |
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471 brasses | |
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472 limpid | |
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473 scattered | |
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476 irresolute | |
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477 mien | |
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478 stolid | |
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479 glided | |
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481 adamant | |
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482 rosy | |
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483 braying | |
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485 chuckling | |
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486 deceptions | |
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487 crooked | |
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488 horrified | |
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489 horrid | |
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490 decency | |
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491 dodged | |
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493 thighs | |
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494 dough | |
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495 backwards | |
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496 connoisseur | |
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497 rammed | |
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498 pensively | |
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499 steward | |
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500 broach | |
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501 cargo | |
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502 braced | |
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