Sterne crossed the deck upon the track of the chief engineer. Jack1, the second, retreating backwards2 down the engine-room ladder, and still wiping his hands, treated him to an incomprehensible grin of white teeth out of his grimy hard face; Massy was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone straight into his berth4. Sterne scratched at the door softly, then, putting his lips to the rose of the ventilator, said —
“I must speak to you, Mr. Massy. Just give me a minute or two.”
“I am busy. Go away from my door.”
“But pray, Mr. Massy. . .”
“You go away. D’you hear? Take yourself off alto- gether — to the other end of the ship — quite away. . .” The voice inside dropped low. “To the devil.”
Sterne paused: then very quietly —
“It’s rather pressing. When do you think you will be at liberty, sir?”
The answer to this was an exasperated5 “Never”; and at once Sterne, with a very firm expression of face, turned the handle.
Mr. Massy’s stateroom — a narrow, one-berth cabin — smelt6 strongly of soap, and presented to view a swept, dusted, unadorned neatness, not so much bare as barren, not so much severe as starved and lacking in humanity, like the ward3 of a public hospital, or rather (owing to the small size) like the clean retreat of a desperately7 poor but exemplary person. Not a single photograph frame ornamented8 the bulkheads; not a single article of clothing, not as much as a spare cap, hung from the brass9 hooks. All the inside was painted in one plain tint10 of pale blue; two big sea-chests in sailcloth covers and with iron padlocks fitted exactly in the space under the bunk11. One glance was enough to embrace all the strip of scrubbed planks12 within the four unconcealed corners. The absence of the usual settee was striking; the teak-wood top of the washing-stand seemed hermeti- cally closed, and so was the lid of the writing-desk, which protruded13 from the partition at the foot of the bed-place, containing a mattress14 as thin as a pancake under a threadbare blanket with a faded red stripe, and a folded mosquito-net against the nights spent in harbor. There was not a scrap15 of paper anywhere in sight, no boots on the floor, no litter of any sort, not a speck16 of dust anywhere; no traces of pipe-ash even, which, in a heavy smoker17, was morally revolting, like a manifesta- tion of extreme hypocrisy18; and the bottom of the old wooden arm-chair (the only seat there), polished with much use, shone as if its shabbiness had been waxed. The screen of leaves on the bank, passing as if unrolled endlessly in the round opening of the port, sent a wavering network of light and shade into the place.
Sterne, holding the door open with one hand, had thrust in his head and shoulders. At this amazing intrusion Massy, who was doing absolutely nothing, jumped up speechless.
“Don’t call names,” murmured Sterne hurriedly. “I won’t be called names. I think of nothing but your good, Mr. Massy.”
A pause as of extreme astonishment20 followed. They both seemed to have lost their tongues. Then the mate went on with a discreet21 glibness22.
“You simply couldn’t conceive what’s going on on board your ship. It wouldn’t enter your head for a moment. You are too good — too — too upright, Mr. Massy, to suspect anybody of such a . . . It’s enough to make your hair stand on end.”
He watched for the effect: Massy seemed dazed, uncomprehending. He only passed the palm of his hand on the coal-black wisps plastered across the top of his head. In a tone suddenly changed to confidential23 au- dacity Sterne hastened on.
“Remember that there’s only six weeks left to run. . .” The other was looking at him stonily24 . . . “so anyhow you shall require a captain for the ship before long.”
Then only, as if that suggestion had scarified his flesh in the manner of red-hot iron, Massy gave a start and seemed ready to shriek25. He contained himself by a great effort.
“Require a captain,” he repeated with scathing26 slow- ness. “Who requires a captain? You dare to tell me that I need any of you humbugging sailors to run my ship. You and your likes have been fattening28 on me for years. It would have hurt me less to throw my money overboard. Pam — pe — red us — e — less f-f-f-frauds. The old ship knows as much as the best of you.” He snapped his teeth audibly and growled29 through them, “The silly law requires a captain.”
Sterne had taken heart of grace meantime.
“And the silly insurance people too, as well,” he said lightly. “But never mind that. What I want to ask is: Why shouldn’t I do, sir? I don’t say but you could take a steamer about the world as well as any of us sailors. I don’t pretend to tell YOU that it is a very great trick. . .” He emitted a short, hollow guffaw30, familiarly . . . “I didn’t make the law — but there it is; and I am an active young fellow! I quite hold with your ideas; I know your ways by this time, Mr. Massy. I wouldn’t try to give myself airs like that — that — er lazy specimen31 of an old man up there.”
He put a marked emphasis on the last sentence, to lead Massy away from the track in case . . . but he did not doubt of now holding his success. The chief engineer seemed nonplused, like a slow man invited to catch hold of a whirligig of some sort.
“What you want, sir, is a chap with no nonsense about him, who would be content to be your sailing-master. Quite right, too. Well, I am fit for the work as much as that Serang. Because that’s what it amounts to. Do you know, sir, that a dam’ Malay like a monkey is in charge of your ship — and no one else. Just listen to his feet pit-patting above us on the bridge — real officer in charge. He’s taking her up the river while the great man is wallowing in the chair — perhaps asleep; and if he is, that would not make it much worse either — take my word for it.”
He tried to thrust himself farther in. Massy, with lowered forehead, one hand grasping the back of the arm-chair, did not budge32.
“You think, sir, that the man has got you tight in his agreement. . .” Massy raised a heavy snarling34 face at this . . . “Well, sir, one can’t help hearing of it on board. It’s no secret. And it has been the talk on shore for years; fellows have been making bets about it. No, sir! It’s YOU who have got him at your mercy. You will say that you can’t dismiss him for indolence. Difficult to prove in court, and so on. Why, yes. But if you say the word, sir, I can tell you something about his indolence that will give you the clear right to fire him out on the spot and put me in charge for the rest of this very trip — yes, sir, before we leave Batu Beru — and make him pay a dollar a day for his keep till we get back, if you like. Now, what do you think of that? Come, sir. Say the word. It’s really well worth your while, and I am quite ready to take your bare word. A definite statement from you would be as good as a bond.”
His eyes began to shine. He insisted. A simple state- ment,— and he thought to himself that he would man- age somehow to stick in his berth as long as it suited him. He would make himself indispensable; the ship had a bad name in her port; it would be easy to scare the fellows off. Massy would have to keep him.
“A definite statement from me would be enough,” Massy repeated slowly.
“Yes, sir. It would.” Sterne stuck out his chin cheerily and blinked at close quarters with that uncon- scious impudence35 which had the power to enrage36 Massy beyond anything.
The engineer spoke37 very distinctly.
“Listen well to me, then, Mr. Sterne: I wouldn’t — d’ye hear?— I wouldn’t promise you the value of two pence for anything YOU can tell me.”
He struck Sterne’s arm away with a smart blow, and catching38 hold of the handle pulled the door to. The terrific slam darkened the cabin instantaneously to his eye as if after the flash of an explosion. At once he dropped into the chair. “Oh, no! You don’t!” he whispered faintly.
The ship had in that place to shave the bank so close that the gigantic wall of leaves came gliding39 like a shutter40 against the port; the darkness of the primeval forest seemed to flow into that bare cabin with the odor of rotting leaves, of sodden41 soil — the strong muddy smell of the living earth steaming uncovered after the passing of a deluge42. The bushes swished loudly alongside; above there was a series of crackling sounds, with a sharp rain of small broken branches falling on the bridge; a creeper with a great rustle43 snapped on the head of a boat davit, and a long, luxuriant green twig44 actually whipped in and out of the open port, leaving behind a few torn leaves that remained suddenly at rest on Mr. Massy’s blanket. Then, the ship sheering out in the stream, the light began to return but did not augment45 beyond a subdued46 clearness: for the sun was very low already, and the river, wending its sinuous47 course through a multitude of secular48 trees as if at the bottom of a precipitous gorge49, had been already invaded by a deepening gloom — the swift precursor50 of the night.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” murmured the engineer again. His lips trembled almost imperceptibly; his hands too, a little: and to calm himself he opened the writing-desk, spread out a sheet of thin grayish paper covered with a mass of printed figures and began to scan them at- tentively for the twentieth time this trip at least.
With his elbows propped51, his head between his hands, he seemed to lose himself in the study of an abstruse52 problem in mathematics. It was the list of the winning numbers from the last drawing of the great lottery53 which had been the one inspiring fact of so many years of his existence. The conception of a life deprived of that periodical sheet of paper had slipped away from him entirely54, as another man, according to his nature, would not have been able to conceive a world without fresh air, without activity, or without affection. A great pile of flimsy sheets had been growing for years in his desk, while the Sofala, driven by the faithful Jack, wore out her boilers56 in tramping up and down the Straits, from cape57 to cape, from river to river, from bay to bay; accumulating by that hard labor58 of an overworked, starved ship the blackened mass of these documents. Massy kept them under lock and key like a treasure. There was in them, as in the experience of life, the fascination59 of hope, the excitement of a half- penetrated60 mystery, the longing61 of a half-satisfied desire.
For days together, on a trip, he would shut himself up in his berth with them: the thump62 of the toiling63 engines pulsated64 in his ear; and he would weary his brain poring over the rows of disconnected figures, be- wildering by their senseless sequence, resembling the hazards of destiny itself. He nourished a conviction that there must be some logic65 lurking66 somewhere in the results of chance. He thought he had seen its very form. His head swam; his limbs ached; he puffed67 at his pipe mechanically; a contemplative stupor68 would soothe69 the fretfulness of his temper, like the passive bodily quietude procured70 by a drug, while the intellect remains71 tensely on the stretch. Nine, nine, aught, four, two. He made a note. The next winning number of the great prize was forty-seven thousand and five. These numbers of course would have to be avoided in the future when writing to Manilla for the tickets. He mumbled72, pencil in hand . . . “and five. Hm . . . hm.” He wetted his finger: the papers rustled73. Ha! But what’s this? Three years ago, in the September drawing, it was number nine, aught, four, two that took the first prize. Most remarkable74. There was a hint there of a definite rule! He was afraid of missing some recondite75 principle in the overwhelming wealth of his material. What could it be? and for half an hour he would remain dead still, bent76 low over the desk, without twitching77 a muscle. At his back the whole berth would be thick with a heavy body of smoke, as if a bomb had burst in there, unnoticed, unheard.
At last he would lock up the desk with the decision of unshaken confidence, jump and go out. He would walk swiftly back and forth78 on that part of the foredeck which was kept clear of the lumber79 and of the bodies of the native passengers. They were a great nuisance, but they were also a source of profit that could not be dis- dained. He needed every penny of profit the Sofala could make. Little enough it was, in all conscience! The incertitude80 of chance gave him no concern, since he had somehow arrived at the conviction that, in the course of years, every number was bound to have his winning turn. It was simply a matter of time and of taking as many tickets as he could afford for every drawing. He generally took rather more; all the earnings81 of the ship went that way, and also the wages he allowed himself as chief engineer. It was the wages he paid to others that he begrudged82 with a reasoned and at the same time a passionate83 regret. He scowled84 at the lascars with their deck brooms, at the quarter- masters rubbing the brass rails with greasy85 rags; he was eager to shake his fist and roar abuse in bad Malay at the poor carpenter — a timid, sickly, opium-fuddled Chinaman, in loose blue drawers for all costume, who invariably dropped his tools and fled below, with streaming tail and shaking all over, before the fury of that “devil.” But it was when he raised up his eyes to the bridge where one of these sailor frauds was always planted by law in charge of his ship that he felt almost dizzy with rage. He abominated86 them all; it was an old feud87, from the time he first went to sea, an unlicked cub88 with a great opinion of himself, in the engine-room. The slights that had been put upon him. The persecutions he had suffered at the hands of skip- pers — of absolute nobodies in a steamship89 after all. And now that he had risen to be a shipowner they were still a plague to him: he had absolutely to pay away precious money to the conceited90 useless loafers:— As if a fully91 qualified92 engineer — who was the owner as well — were not fit to be trusted with the whole charge of a ship. Well! he made it pretty warm for them; but it was a poor consolation93. He had come in time to hate the ship too for the repairs she required, for the coal- bills he had to pay, for the poor beggarly freights she earned. He would clench94 his hand as he walked and hit the rail a sudden blow, viciously, as though she could be made to feel pain. And yet he could not do without er; he needed her; he must hang on to her tooth and nail to keep his head above water till the expected flood of fortune came sweeping95 up and landed him safely on the high shore of his ambition.
It was now to do nothing, nothing whatever, and have plenty of money to do it on. He had tasted of power, the highest form of it his limited experience was aware of — the power of shipowning. What a deception96! Vanity of vanities! He wondered at his folly97. He had thrown away the substance for the shadow. Of the gratification of wealth he did not know enough to excite his imagination with any visions of luxury. How could he — the child of a drunken boiler55-maker98 — going straight from the workshop into the engine-room of a north-country collier! But the notion of the absolute idleness of wealth he could very well conceive. He reveled in it, to forget his present troubles; he imagined himself walking about the streets of Hull99 (he knew their gutters100 well as a boy) with his pockets full of sov- ereigns. He would buy himself a house; his married sisters, their husbands, his old workshop chums, would render him infinite homage101. There would be nothing to think of. His word would be law. He had been out of work for a long time before he won his prize, and he remembered how Carlo Mariani (commonly known as Paunchy Charley), the Maltese hotel-keeper at the slummy end of Denham Street, had cringed joyfully102 before him in the evening, when the news had come. Poor Charley, though he made his living by ministering to various abject103 vices104, gave credit for their food to many a piece of white wreckage105. He was naively106 over- joyed at the idea of his old bills being paid, and he reckoned confidently on a spell of festivities in the cavernous grog-shop downstairs. Massy remembered the curious, respectful looks of the “trashy” white men in the place. His heart had swelled107 within him. Massy had left Charley’s infamous108 den19 directly he had realized the possibilities open to him, and with his nose in the air. Afterwards the memory of these adulations was a great sadness.
This was the true power of money,— and no trouble with it, nor any thinking required either. He thought with difficulty and felt vividly109; to his blunt brain the problems offered by any ordered scheme of life seemed in their cruel toughness to have been put in his way by the obvious malevolence110 of men. As a shipowner everyone had conspired111 to make him a nobody. How could he have been such a fool as to purchase that ac- cursed ship. He had been abominably112 swindled; there was no end to this swindling; and as the difficulties of his improvident113 ambition gathered thicker round him, he really came to hate everybody he had ever come in con- tact114 with. A temper naturally irritable115 and an amazing sensitiveness to the claims of his own personality had ended by making of life for him a sort of inferno116 — a place where his lost soul had been given up to the tor- ment of savage117 brooding.
But he had never hated anyone so much as that old man who had turned up one evening to save him from an utter disaster,— from the conspiracy118 of the wretched sailors. He seemed to have fallen on board from the sky. His footsteps echoed on the empty steamer, and the strange deep-toned voice on deck repeating inter- rogatively the words, “Mr. Massy, Mr. Massy there?” had been startling like a wonder. And coming up from the depths of the cold engine-room, where he had been pottering dismally119 with a candle amongst the enormous shadows, thrown on all sides by the skeleton limbs of ma- chinery, Massy had been struck dumb by astonishment in the presence of that imposing120 old man with a beard like a silver plate, towering in the dusk rendered lurid121 by the expiring flames of sunset.
“Want to see me on business? What business? I am doing no business. Can’t you see that this ship is laid up?” Massy had turned at bay before the pursuing irony122 of his disaster. Afterwards he could not believe his ears. What was that old fellow getting at? Things don’t happen that way. It was a dream. He would presently wake up and find the man vanished like a shape of mist. The gravity, the dignity, the firm and courteous123 tone of that athletic124 old stranger impressed Massy. He was almost afraid. But it was no dream. Five hundred pounds are no dream. At once he became suspicious. What did it mean? Of course it was an offer to catch hold of for dear life. But what could there be behind?
Before they had parted, after appointing a meeting in a solicitor’s office early on the morrow, Massy was asking himself, What is his motive125? He spent the night in hammering out the clauses of the agreement — a unique instrument of its sort whose tenor126 got bruited127 abroad somehow and became the talk and wonder of the port.
Massy’s object had been to secure for himself as many ways as possible of getting rid of his partner without being called upon at once to pay back his share. Captain Whalley’s efforts were directed to making the money secure. Was it not Ivy’s money — a part of her fortune whose only other asset was the time-defying body of her old father? Sure of his forbearance in the strength of his love for her, he accepted, with stately serenity128, Massy’s stupidly cunning paragraphs against his incompetence129, his dishonesty, his drunkenness, for the sake of other stringent130 stipulations. At the end of three years he was at liberty to withdraw from the partner- ship, taking his money with him. Provision was made for forming a fund to pay him off. But if he left the Sofala before the term, from whatever cause (barring death), Massy was to have a whole year for paying. “Illness?” the lawyer had suggested: a young man fresh from Europe and not overburdened with business, who was rather amused. Massy began to whine131 unctu- ously, “How could he be expected? . . .”
“Let that go,” Captain Whalley had said with a superb confidence in his body. “Acts of God,” he added. In the midst of life we are in death, but he trusted his Maker with a still greater fearlessness — his Maker who knew his thoughts, his human affections, and his motives132. His Creator knew what use he was making of his health — how much he wanted it . . . “I trust my first illness will be my last. I’ve never been ill that I can remember,” he had remarked. “Let it go.”
But at this early stage he had already awakened133 Massy’s hostility134 by refusing to make it six hundred instead of five. “I cannot do that,” was all he had said, simply, but with so much decision that Massy desisted at once from pressing the point, but had thought to himself, “Can’t! Old curmudgeon135. WON’T! He must have lots of money, but he would like to get hold of a soft berth and the sixth part of my profits for nothing if he only could.”
And during these years Massy’s dislike grew under the restraint of something resembling fear. The simplicity136 of that man appeared dangerous. Of late he had changed, however, had appeared less formidable and with a lessened137 vigor138 of life, as though he had received a secret wound. But still he remained incomprehensible in his simplicity, fearlessness, and rectitude. And when Massy learned that he meant to leave him at the end of the time, to leave him confronted with the problem of boilers, his dislike blazed up secretly into hate.
It had made him so clear-eyed that for a long time now Mr. Sterne could have told him nothing he did not know. He had much ado in trying to terrorize that mean sneak139 into silence; he wanted to deal alone with the situation; and — incredible as it might have appeared to Mr. Sterne — he had not yet given up the de- sire and the hope of inducing that hated old man to stay. Why! there was nothing else to do, unless he were to abandon his chances of fortune. But now, suddenly, since the crossing of the bar at Batu Beru things seemed to be coming rapidly to a point. It disquieted140 him so much that the study of the winning numbers failed to soothe his agitation141: and the twilight142 in the cabin deepened, very somber143.
He put the list away, muttering once more, “Oh, no, my boy, you don’t. Not if I know it.” He did not mean the blinking, eavesdropping144 humbug27 to force his action. He took his head again into his hands; his im- mobility145 confined in the darkness of this shut-up little place seemed to make him a thing apart infinitely146 re- moved from the stir and the sounds of the deck.
He heard them: the passengers were beginning to jabber147 excitedly; somebody dragged a heavy box past his door. He heard Captain Whalley’s voice above —
“Stations, Mr. Sterne.” And the answer from somewhere on deck forward —
“Ay, ay, sir.”
“We shall moor148 head up stream this time; the ebb149 has made.”
“Head up stream, sir.”
“You will see to it, Mr. Sterne.”
The answer was covered by the autocratic clang on the engine-room gong. The propeller150 went on beating slowly: one, two, three; one, two, three — with pauses as if hesitating on the turn. The gong clanged time after time, and the water churned this way and that by the blades was making a great noisy commotion151 alongside. Mr. Massy did not move. A shore-light on the other bank, a quarter of a mile across the river, drifted, no bigger than a tiny star, passing slowly athwart the cir- cle of the port. Voices from Mr. Van Wyk’s jetty an- swered the hails from the ship; ropes were thrown and missed and thrown again; the swaying flame of a torch carried in a large sampan coming to fetch away in state the Rajah from down the coast cast a sudden ruddy glare into his cabin, over his very person. Mr. Massy did not move. After a few last ponderous152 turns the engines stopped, and the prolonged clanging of the gong signified that the captain had done with them. A great number of boats and canoes of all sizes boarded the off-side of the Sofala. Then after a time the tumult153 of splashing, of cries, of shuffling154 feet, of packages dropped with a thump, the noise of the native passen- gers going away, subsided155 slowly. On the shore, a voice, cultivated, slightly authoritative156, spoke very close alongside —
“Brought any mail for me this time?”
“Yes, Mr. Van Wyk.” This was from Sterne, an- swering over the rail in a tone of respectful cordiality. “Shall I bring it up to you?”
But the voice asked again —
“Where’s the captain?”
“Still on the bridge, I believe. He hasn’t left his chair. Shall I. . .”
The voice interrupted negligently157.
“I will come on board.”
“Mr. Van Wyk,” Sterne suddenly broke out with an eager effort, “will you do me the favor. . .”
The mate walked away quickly towards the gangway. A silence fell. Mr. Massy in the dark did not move.
He did not move even when he heard slow shuffling footsteps pass his cabin lazily. He contented158 himself to bellow159 out through the closed door —
“You — Jack!”
The footsteps came back without haste; the door handle rattled160, and the second engineer appeared in the opening, shadowy in the sheen of the skylight at his back, with his face apparently161 as black as the rest of his figure.
“We have been very long coming up this time,” Mr. Massy growled, without changing his attitude.
“What do you expect with half the boiler tubes plugged up for leaks.” The second defended himself loquaciously162.
“None of your lip,” said Massy.
“None of your rotten boilers — I say,” retorted his faithful subordinate without animation163, huskily. “Go down there and carry a head of steam on them yourself — if you dare. I don’t.”
“You aren’t worth your salt then,” Massy said. The other made a faint noise which resembled a laugh but might have been a snarl33.
“Better go slow than stop the ship altogether,” he admonished164 his admired superior. Mr. Massy moved at last. He turned in his chair, and grinding his teeth —
“Dam’ you and the ship! I wish she were at the bottom of the sea. Then you would have to starve.”
The trusty second engineer closed the door gently.
Massy listened. Instead of passing on to the bath- room where he should have gone to clean himself, the second entered his cabin, which was next door. Mr. Massy jumped up and waited. Suddenly he heard the lock snap in there. He rushed out and gave a violent kick to the door.
“I believe you are locking yourself up to get drunk,” he shouted.
A muffled165 answer came after a while.
“My own time.”
“If you take to boozing on the trip I’ll fire you out,” Massy cried.
An obstinate166 silence followed that threat. Massy moved away perplexed167. On the bank two figures appeared, approaching the gangway. He heard a voice tinged168 with contempt —
“I would rather doubt your word. But I shall cer- tainly speak to him of this.”
The other voice, Sterne’s, said with a sort of regretful formality —
“Thanks. That’s all I want. I must do my duty.”
Mr. Massy was surprised. A short, dapper figure leaped lightly on the deck and nearly bounded into him where he stood beyond the circle of light from the gang- way lamp. When it had passed towards the bridge, after exchanging a hurried “Good evening,” Massy said surlily to Sterne who followed with slow steps —
“What is it you’re making up to Mr. Van Wyk for, now?”
“Far from it, Mr. Massy. I am not good enough for Mr. Van Wyk. Neither are you, sir, in his opinion, I am afraid. Captain Whalley is, it seems. He’s gone to ask him to dine up at the house this evening.”
Then he murmured to himself darkly —
“I hope he will like it.”
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