The knowledge was too disturbing, really. There was “something wrong” with a vengeance1, and the moral certitude of it was at first simply frightful2 to contemplate3. Sterne had been looking aft in a mood so idle, that for once he was thinking no harm of anyone. His captain on the bridge presented himself naturally to his sight. How insignificant4, how casual was the thought that had started the train of discovery — like an accidental spark that suffices to ignite the charge of a tremendous mine!
Caught under by the breeze, the awnings7 of the fore- deck bellied8 upwards9 and collapsed10 slowly, and above their heavy flapping the gray stuff of Captain Whalley’s roomy coat fluttered incessantly11 around his arms and trunk. He faced the wind in full light, with his great silvery beard blown forcibly against his chest; the eye- brows overhung heavily the shadows whence his glance appeared to be staring ahead piercingly. Sterne could just detect the twin gleam of the whites shifting under the shaggy arches of the brow. At short range these eyes, for all the man’s affable manner, seemed to look you through and through. Sterne never could defend himself from that feeling when he had occasion to speak with his captain. He did not like it. What a big heavy man he appeared up there, with that little shrimp12 of a Serang in close attendance — as was usual in this extraordinary steamer! Confounded absurd cus- tom that. He resented it. Surely the old fellow could have looked after his ship without that loafing native at his elbow. Sterne wriggled13 his shoulders with dis- gust14. What was it? Indolence or what?
That old skipper must have been growing lazy for years. They all grew lazy out East here (Sterne was very conscious of his own unimpaired activity); they got slack all over. But he towered very erect15 on the bridge; and quite low by his side, as you see a small child looking over the edge of a table, the battered16 soft hat and the brown face of the Serang peeped over the white canvas screen of the rail.
No doubt the Malay was standing17 back, nearer to the wheel; but the great disparity of size in close associa- tion amused Sterne like the observation of a bizarre fact in nature. They were as queer fish out of the sea as any in it.
He saw Captain Whalley turn his head quickly to speak to his Serang; the wind whipped the whole white mass of the beard sideways. He would be directing the chap to look at the compass for him, or what not. Of course. Too much trouble to step over and see for him- self. Sterne’s scorn for that bodily indolence which overtakes white men in the East increased on reflection. Some of them would be utterly18 lost if they hadn’t all these natives at their beck and call; they grew perfectly19 shameless about it too. He was not of that sort, thank God! It wasn’t in him to make himself dependent for his work on any shriveled-up little Malay like that. As if one could ever trust a silly native for anything in the world! But that fine old man thought differently, it seems. There they were together, never far apart; a pair of them, recalling to the mind an old whale at- tended by a little pilot-fish.
The fancifulness of the comparison made him smile. A whale with an inseparable pilot-fish! That’s what the old man looked like; for it could not be said he looked like a shark, though Mr. Massy had called him that very name. But Mr. Massy did not mind what he said in his savage20 fits. Sterne smiled to himself — and gradually the ideas evoked21 by the sound, by the im- agined shape of the word pilot-fish; the ideas of aid, of guidance needed and received, came uppermost in his mind: the word pilot awakened22 the idea of trust, of dependence23, the idea of welcome, clear-eyed help brought to the seaman24 groping for the land in the dark: groping blindly in fogs: feeling their way in the thick weather of the gales25 that, filling the air with a salt mist blown up from the sea, contract the range of sight on all sides to a shrunken horizon that seems within reach of the hand.
A pilot sees better than a stranger, because his local knowledge, like a sharper vision, completes the shapes of things hurriedly glimpsed; penetrates26 the veils of mist spread over the land by the storms of the sea; de- fines with certitude the outlines of a coast lying under the pall27 of fog, the forms of landmarks28 half buried in a starless night as in a shallow grave. He recognizes be- cause he already knows. It is not to his far-reaching eye but to his more extensive knowledge that the pilot looks for certitude; for this certitude of the ship’s posi- tion on which may depend a man’s good fame and the peace of his conscience, the justification29 of the trust deposited in his hands, with his own life too, which is seldom wholly his to throw away, and the humble30 lives of others rooted in distant affections, perhaps, and made as weighty as the lives of kings by the burden of the awaiting mystery. The pilot’s knowledge brings relief and certitude to the commander of a ship; the Serang, however, in his fanciful suggestion of a pilot-fish at- tending a whale, could not in any way be credited with a superior knowledge. Why should he have it? These two men had come on that run together — the white and the brown — on the same day: and of course a white man would learn more in a week than the best native would in a month. He was made to stick to the skipper as though he were of some use — as the pilot-fish, they say, is to the whale. But how — it was very marked — how? A pilot-fish — a pilot — a . . . But if not superior knowledge then. . .
Sterne’s discovery was made. It was repugnant to his imagination, shocking to his ideas of honesty, shocking to his conception of mankind. This enormity affected31 one’s outlook on what was possible in this world: it was as if for instance the sun had turned blue, throwing a new and sinister32 light on men and nature. Really in the first moment he had felt sickish, as though he had got a blow below the belt: for a second the very color of the sea seemed changed — appeared queer to his wan- dering eye; and he had a passing, unsteady sensation in all his limbs as though the earth had started turning the other way.
A very natural incredulity succeeding this sense of upheaval33 brought a measure of relief. He had gasped34; it was over. But afterwards during all that day sudden paroxysms of wonder would come over him in the midst of his occupations. He would stop and shake his head. The revolt of his incredulity had passed away almost as quick as the first emotion of discovery, and for the next twenty-four hours he had no sleep. That would never do. At meal-times (he took the foot of the table set up for the white men on the bridge) he could not help losing himself in a fascinated contemplation of Captain Whalley opposite. He watched the deliberate upward movements of the arm; the old man put his food to his lips as though he never expected to find any taste in his daily bread, as though he did not know anything about it. He fed himself like a somnambulist. “It’s an awful sight,” thought Sterne; and he watched the long period of mournful, silent immobility, with a big brown hand lying loosely closed by the side of the plate, till he noticed the two engineers to the right and left looking at him in astonishment35. He would close his mouth in a hurry then, and lowering his eyes, wink36 rapidly at his plate. It was awful to see the old chap sitting there; it was even awful to think that with three words he could blow him up sky-high. All he had to do was to raise his voice and pronounce a single short sentence, and yet that simple act seemed as impossible to attempt as moving the sun out of its place in the sky. The old chap could eat in his terrific mechanical way; but Sterne, from mental excitement, could not — not that evening, at any rate.
He had had ample time since to get accustomed to the strain of the meal-hours. He would never have believed it. But then use is everything; only the very potency37 of his success prevented anything resembling elation38. He felt like a man who, in his legitimate39 search for a loaded gun to help him on his way through the world, chances to come upon a torpedo40 — upon a live torpedo with a shattering charge in its head and a pressure of many atmospheres in its tail. It is the sort of weapon to make its possessor careworn41 and nervous. He had no mind to be blown up himself; and he could not get rid of the notion that the explosion was bound to damage him too in some way.
This vague apprehension42 had restrained him at first. He was able now to eat and sleep with that fearful weapon by his side, with the conviction of its power always in mind. It had not been arrived at by any reflective process; but once the idea had entered his head, the conviction had followed overwhelmingly in a multitude of observed little facts to which before he had given only a languid attention. The abrupt43 and faltering44 intonations45 of the deep voice; the taciturnity put on like an armor; the deliberate, as if guarded, move- ments; the long immobilities, as if the man he watched had been afraid to disturb the very air: every familiar gesture, every word uttered in his hearing, every sigh overheard, had acquired a special significance, a con- firmatory import.
Every day that passed over the Sofala appeared to Sterne simply crammed46 full with proofs — with incon- trovertible proofs. At night, when off duty, he would steal out of his cabin in pyjamas47 (for more proofs) and stand a full hour, perhaps, on his bare feet below the bridge, as absolutely motionless as the awning6 stanchion in its deck socket48 near by. On the stretches of easy navigation it is not usual for a coasting captain to re- main on deck all the time of his watch. The Serang keeps it for him as a matter of custom; in open water, on a straight course, he is usually trusted to look after the ship by himself. But this old man seemed incapable49 of remaining quietly down below. No doubt he could not sleep. And no wonder. This was also a proof. Suddenly in the silence of the ship panting upon the still, dark sea, Sterne would hear a low voice above him exclaiming nervously50 —
“Serang!”
“Tuan!”
“You are watching the compass well?”
“Yes, I am watching, Tuan.”
“The ship is making her course?”
“She is, Tuan. Very straight.”
“It is well; and remember, Serang, that the order is that you are to mind the helmsmen and keep a look- out with care, the same as if I were not on deck.”
Then, when the Serang had made his answer, the low tones on the bridge would cease, and everything round Sterne seemed to become more still and more profoundly silent. Slightly chilled and with his back aching a little from long immobility, he would steal away to his room on the port side of the deck. He had long since parted with the last vestige51 of incredulity; of the original emotions, set into a tumult52 by the discovery, some trace of the first awe53 alone remained. Not the awe of the man himself — he could blow him up sky-high with six words — rather it was an awestruck indignation at the reckless perversity54 of avarice55 (what else could it be?), at the mad and somber56 resolution that for the sake of a few dollars more seemed to set at naught57 the common rule of conscience and pretended to struggle against the very decree of Providence58.
You could not find another man like this one in the whole round world — thank God. There was something devilishly dauntless in the character of such a deception59 which made you pause.
Other considerations occurring to his prudence60 had kept him tongue-tied from day to day. It seemed to him now that it would yet have been easier to speak out in the first hour of discovery. He almost regretted not having made a row at once. But then the very mon- strosity of the disclosure . . . Why! He could hardly face it himself, let alone pointing it out to somebody else. Moreover, with a desperado of that sort one never knew. The object was not to get him out (that was as well as done already), but to step into his place. Bizarre as the thought seemed he might have shown fight. A fellow up to working such a fraud would have enough cheek for anything; a fellow that, as it were, stood up against God Almighty61 Himself. He was a horrid62 marvel63 — that’s what he was: he was perfectly capable of brazening out the affair scandalously till he got him (Sterne) kicked out of the ship and everlastingly64 damaged his prospects65 in this part of the East. Yet if you want to get on something must be risked. At times Sterne thought he had been unduly66 timid of taking action in the past; and what was worse, it had come to this, that in the present he did not seem to know what action to take.
Massy’s savage moroseness67 was too disconcerting. It was an incalculable factor of the situation. You could not tell what there was behind that insulting ferocity. How could one trust such a temper; it did not put Sterne in bodily fear for himself, but it frightened him exceedingly as to his prospects.
Though of course inclined to credit himself with exceptional powers of observation, he had by now lived too long with his discovery. He had gone on looking at nothing else, till at last one day it occurred to him that the thing was so obvious that no one could miss seeing it. There were four white men in all on board the Sofala. Jack68, the second engineer, was too dull to notice anything that took place out of his engine-room. Remained Massy — the owner — the interested person — nearly going mad with worry. Sterne had heard and seen more than enough on board to know what ailed69 him; but his exasperation70 seemed to make him deaf to cau- tious overtures71. If he had only known it, there was the very thing he wanted. But how could you bargain with a man of that sort? It was like going into a tiger’s den5 with a piece of raw meat in your hand. He was as likely as not to rend72 you for your pains. In fact, he was always threatening to do that very thing; and the urgency of the case, combined with the impossibility of handling it with safety, made Sterne in his watches below toss and mutter open-eyed in his bunk73, for hours, as though he had been burning with fever.
Occurrences like the crossing of the bar just now were extremely alarming to his prospects. He did not want to be left behind by some swift catastrophe74. Massy being on the bridge, the old man had to brace75 himself up and make a show, he supposed. But it was getting very bad with him, very bad indeed, now. Even Massy had been emboldened76 to find fault this time; Sterne, listening at the foot of the ladder, had heard the other’s whimpering and artless denunciations. Luckily the beast was very stupid and could not see the why of all this. However, small blame to him; it took a clever man to hit upon the cause. Nevertheless, it was high time to do something. The old man’s game could not be kept up for many days more.
“I may yet lose my life at this fooling — let alone my chance,” Sterne mumbled77 angrily to himself, after the stooping back of the chief engineer had disappeared round the corner of the skylight. Yes, no doubt — he thought; but to blurt78 out his knowledge would not ad- vance his prospects. On the contrary, it would blast them utterly as likely as not. He dreaded79 another failure. He had a vague consciousness of not being much liked by his fellows in this part of the world; inexplicably80 enough, for he had done nothing to them. Envy, he supposed. People were always down on a clever chap who made no bones about his determination to get on. To do your duty and count on the gratitude81 of that brute82 Massy would be sheer folly83. He was a bad lot. Unmanly! A vicious man! Bad! Bad! A brute! A brute without a spark of anything human about him; without so much as simple curiosity even, or else surely he would have responded in some way to all these hints he had been given. . . . Such insensibility was almost mysterious. Massy’s state of exasperation seemed to Sterne to have made him stupid beyond the ordinary silliness of shipowners.
Sterne, meditating84 on the embarrassments85 of that stu- pidity, forgot himself completely. His stony86, unwinking stare was fixed87 on the planks88 of the deck.
The slight quiver agitating89 the whole fabric90 of the ship was more perceptible in the silent river, shaded and still like a forest path. The Sofala, gliding91 with an even motion, had passed beyond the coast-belt of mud and mangroves. The shores rose higher, in firm sloping banks, and the forest of big trees came down to the brink92. Where the earth had been crumbled93 by the floods it showed a steep brown cut, denuding94 a mass of roots intertwined as if wrestling underground; and in the air, the interlaced boughs95, bound and loaded with creepers, carried on the struggle for life, mingled96 their foliage97 in one solid wall of leaves, with here and there the shape of an enormous dark pillar soaring, or a ragged98 opening, as if torn by the flight of a cannon- ball, disclosing the impenetrable gloom within, the secular99 inviolable shade of the virgin100 forest. The thump101 of the engines reverberated102 regularly like the strokes of a metronome beating the measure of the vast silence, the shadow of the western wall had fallen across the river, and the smoke pouring backwards103 from the funnel104 eddied105 down behind the ship, spread a thin dusky veil over the somber water, which, checked by the flood-tide, seemed to lie stagnant106 in the whole straight length of the reaches.
Sterne’s body, as if rooted on the spot, trembled slightly from top to toe with the internal vibration107 of the ship; from under his feet came sometimes a sudden clang of iron, the noisy burst of a shout below; to the right the leaves of the tree-tops caught the rays of the low sun, and seemed to shine with a golden green light of their own shimmering108 around the highest boughs which stood out black against a smooth blue sky that seemed to droop109 over the bed of the river like the roof of a tent. The passengers for Batu Beru, kneeling on the planks, were engaged in rolling their bedding of mats busily; they tied up bundles, they snapped the locks of wooden chests. A pockmarked peddler of small wares110 threw his head back to drain into his throat the last drops out of an earthenware111 bottle before putting it away in a roll of blankets. Knots of traveling traders standing about the deck conversed112 in low tones; the followers113 of a small Rajah from down the coast, broad-faced, simple young fellows in white drawers and round white cotton caps with their colored sarongs twisted across their bronze shoulders, squatted114 on their hams on the hatch, chewing betel with bright red mouths as if they had been tasting blood. Their spears, lying piled up together within the circle of their bare toes, resembled a casual bundle of dry bamboos; a thin, livid Chinaman, with a bulky package wrapped up in leaves already thrust under his arm, gazed ahead eagerly; a wandering Kling rubbed his teeth with a bit of wood, pouring over the side a bright stream of water out of his lips; the fat Rajah dozed115 in a shabby deck-chair,— and at the turn of every bend the two walls of leaves reappeared running parallel along the banks, with their impenetrable solidity fading at the top to a vaporous mistiness116 of countless117 slender twigs118 growing free, of young delicate branches shooting from the topmost limbs of hoary119 trunks, of feathery heads of climbers like delicate silver sprays standing up without a quiver. There was not a sign of a clearing anywhere; not a trace of human habita- tion, except when in one place, on the bare end of a low point under an isolated120 group of slender tree-ferns, the jagged, tangled121 remnants of an old hut on piles appeared with that peculiar122 aspect of ruined bamboo walls that look as if smashed with a club. Farther on, half hidden under the drooping123 bushes, a canoe containing a man and a woman, together with a dozen green cocoa- nuts in a heap, rocked helplessly after the Sofala had passed, like a navigating124 contrivance of venturesome insects, of traveling ants; while two glassy folds of water streaming away from each bow of the steamer across the whole width of the river ran with her up stream smoothly125, fretting126 their outer ends into a brown whispering tumble of froth against the miry foot of each bank.
“I must,” thought Sterne, “bring that brute Massy to his bearings. It’s getting too absurd in the end. Here’s the old man up there buried in his chair — he may just as well be in his grave for all the use he’ll ever be in the world — and the Serang’s in charge. Because that’s what he is. In charge. In the place that’s mine by rights. I must bring that savage brute to his bearings. I’ll do it at once, too. . .”
When the mate made an abrupt start, a little brown half-naked boy, with large black eyes, and the string of a written charm round his neck, became panic-struck at once. He dropped the banana he had been munching127, and ran to the knee of a grave dark Arab in flow- ing robes, sitting like a Biblical figure, incongruously, on a yellow tin trunk corded with a rope of twisted rattan128. The father, unmoved, put out his hand to pat the little shaven poll protectingly.
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