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 “I assure you he never gave the order. He may think he did, but he never gave it. He stood there with me on the break of the poop after the maintopsail blew away, and whimpered about our last hopepositively whimpered about it and nothing elseand the night coming on! To hear one’s skipper go on like that in such weather was enough to drive any fellow out of his mind. It worked me up into a sort of desperation. I just took it into my own hands and went away from him, boiling, and But what’s the use telling you? You know! Do you think that if I had not been pretty fierce with them I should have got the men to do anything? Not it! The bo’s'n perhaps? Perhaps! It wasn’t a heavy seait was a sea gone mad! I suppose the end of the world will be something like that; and a man may have the heart to see it coming once and be done with itbut to have to face it day after day I don’t blame anybody. I was precious little better than the rest. OnlyI was an officer of that old coal-waggon, anyhow”

“I quite understand,” I conveyed that sincere assurance into his ear. He was out of breath with whispering; I could hear him pant slightly. It was all very simple. The same strung-up force which had given twenty-four men a chance, at least, for their lives, had, in a sort of recoil, crushed an unworthy mutinous existence.

But I had no leisure to weigh the merits of the matterfootsteps in the saloon, a heavy knock. “There’s enough wind to get under way with, sir.” Here was the call of a new claim upon my thoughts and even upon my feelings.