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“
All
right
.
Get
the
ladder
over
.
”
I
hesitated
.
Should
I
whisper
something
to
him
?
But
what
?
His
immobility
seemed
to
have
been
never
disturbed
.
What
could
I
tell
him
he
did
not
know
already
?
.
.
.
Finally
I
went
on
deck
.
The
skipper
of
the
Sephora
had
a
thin
red
whisker
all
round
his
face
,
and
the
sort
of
complexion
that
goes
with
hair
of
that
color
;
also
the
particular
,
rather
smeary
shade
of
blue
in
the
eyes
.
He
was
not
exactly
a
showy
figure
;
his
shoulders
were
high
,
his
stature
but
middling
—
one
leg
slightly
more
bandy
than
the
other
.
He
shook
hands
,
looking
vaguely
around
.
A
spiritless
tenacity
was
his
main
characteristic
,
I
judged
.
I
behaved
with
a
politeness
which
seemed
to
disconcert
him
.
Perhaps
he
was
shy
.
He
mumbled
to
me
as
if
he
were
ashamed
of
what
he
was
saying
;
gave
his
name
(
it
was
something
like
Archbold
—
but
at
this
distance
of
years
I
hardly
am
sure
)
,
his
ship
’
s
name
,
and
a
few
other
particulars
of
that
sort
,
in
the
manner
of
a
criminal
making
a
reluctant
and
doleful
confession
.
He
had
had
terrible
weather
on
the
passage
out
—
terrible
—
terrible
—
wife
aboard
,
too
.
By
this
time
we
were
seated
in
the
cabin
and
the
steward
brought
in
a
tray
with
a
bottle
and
glasses
.
“
Thanks
!
No
.
”
Never
took
liquor
.
Would
have
some
water
,
though
.
He
drank
two
tumblerfuls
.
Terrible
thirsty
work
.
Ever
since
daylight
had
been
exploring
the
islands
round
his
ship
.
“
What
was
that
for
—
fun
?
”
I
asked
,
with
an
appearance
of
polite
interest
.
“
No
!
”
He
sighed
.
“
Painful
duty
.
”
As
he
persisted
in
his
mumbling
and
I
wanted
my
double
to
hear
every
word
,
I
hit
upon
the
notion
of
informing
him
that
I
regretted
to
say
I
was
hard
of
hearing
.
“
Such
a
young
man
,
too
!
”
he
nodded
,
keeping
his
smeary
blue
,
unintelligent
eyes
fastened
upon
me
.
“
What
was
the
cause
of
it
—
some
disease
?
”
he
inquired
,
without
the
least
sympathy
and
as
if
he
thought
that
,
if
so
,
I
’
d
got
no
more
than
I
deserved
.
“
Yes
;
disease
,
”
I
admitted
in
a
cheerful
tone
which
seemed
to
shock
him
.
But
my
point
was
gained
,
because
he
had
to
raise
his
voice
to
give
me
his
tale
.
It
is
not
worth
while
to
record
his
version
.
It
was
just
over
two
months
since
all
this
had
happened
,
and
he
had
thought
so
much
about
it
that
he
seemed
completely
muddled
as
to
its
bearings
,
but
still
immensely
impressed
.
