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And
yet
,
though
I
even
removed
the
handcuffs
,
we
could
not
adjust
ourselves
to
his
condition
.
Our
minds
revolted
.
To
us
he
was
full
of
potentiality
.
We
knew
not
what
to
expect
of
him
next
,
what
fearful
thing
,
rising
above
the
flesh
,
he
might
break
out
and
do
.
Our
experience
warranted
this
state
of
mind
,
and
we
went
about
our
work
with
anxiety
always
upon
us
.
I
had
solved
the
problem
which
had
arisen
through
the
shortness
of
the
shears
.
By
means
of
the
watch-tackle
(
I
had
made
a
new
one
)
,
I
heaved
the
butt
of
the
foremast
across
the
rail
and
then
lowered
it
to
the
deck
.
Next
,
by
means
of
the
shears
,
I
hoisted
the
main
boom
on
board
.
Its
forty
feet
of
length
would
supply
the
height
necessary
properly
to
swing
the
mast
.
By
means
of
a
secondary
tackle
I
had
attached
to
the
shears
,
I
swung
the
boom
to
a
nearly
perpendicular
position
,
then
lowered
the
butt
to
the
deck
,
where
,
to
prevent
slipping
,
I
spiked
great
cleats
around
it
.
The
single
block
of
my
original
shears-tackle
I
had
attached
to
the
end
of
the
boom
.
Thus
,
by
carrying
this
tackle
to
the
windlass
,
I
could
raise
and
lower
the
end
of
the
boom
at
will
,
the
butt
always
remaining
stationary
,
and
,
by
means
of
guys
,
I
could
swing
the
boom
from
side
to
side
.
To
the
end
of
the
boom
I
had
likewise
rigged
a
hoisting
tackle
;
and
when
the
whole
arrangement
was
completed
I
could
not
but
be
startled
by
the
power
and
latitude
it
gave
me
.
Of
course
,
two
days
'
work
was
required
for
the
accomplishment
of
this
part
of
my
task
,
and
it
was
not
till
the
morning
of
the
third
day
that
I
swung
the
foremast
from
the
deck
and
proceeded
to
square
its
butt
to
fit
the
step
.
Here
I
was
especially
awkward
.
I
sawed
and
chopped
and
chiselled
the
weathered
wood
till
it
had
the
appearance
of
having
been
gnawed
by
some
gigantic
mouse
.
But
it
fitted
.
"
It
will
work
,
I
know
it
will
work
,
"
I
cried
.
"
Do
you
know
Dr.
Jordan
's
final
test
of
truth
?
"
Maud
asked
.
I
shook
my
head
and
paused
in
the
act
of
dislodging
the
shavings
which
had
drifted
down
my
neck
.
"
Can
we
make
it
work
?
Can
we
trust
our
lives
to
it
?
is
the
test
.
"
"
He
is
a
favourite
of
yours
,
"
I
said
.
"
When
I
dismantled
my
old
Pantheon
and
cast
out
Napoleon
and
Caesar
and
their
fellows
,
I
straightway
erected
a
new
Pantheon
,
"
she
answered
gravely
,
"
and
the
first
I
installed
as
Dr.
Jordan
.
"
