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The
steward
being
engaged
in
laying
the
table
for
dinner
,
we
could
talk
only
with
our
eyes
when
I
first
went
down
.
Later
in
the
afternoon
we
had
a
cautious
try
at
whispering
.
The
Sunday
quietness
of
the
ship
was
against
us
;
the
stillness
of
air
and
water
around
her
was
against
us
;
the
elements
,
the
men
were
against
us
—
everything
was
against
us
in
our
secret
partnership
;
time
itself
—
for
this
could
not
go
on
forever
.
The
very
trust
in
Providence
was
,
I
suppose
,
denied
to
his
guilt
.
Shall
I
confess
that
this
thought
cast
me
down
very
much
?
And
as
to
the
chapter
of
accidents
which
counts
for
so
much
in
the
book
of
success
,
I
could
only
hope
that
it
was
closed
.
For
what
favorable
accident
could
be
expected
?
“
Did
you
hear
everything
?
”
were
my
first
words
as
soon
as
we
took
up
our
position
side
by
side
,
leaning
over
my
bed
place
.
He
had
.
And
the
proof
of
it
was
his
earnest
whisper
,
“
The
man
told
you
he
hardly
dared
to
give
the
order
.
”
I
understood
the
reference
to
be
to
that
saving
foresail
.
“
Yes
.
He
was
afraid
of
it
being
lost
in
the
setting
.
”
“
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
main
topsail
blew
away
,
and
whimpered
about
our
last
hope
—
positively
whimpered
about
it
and
nothing
else
—
and
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
I
!
The
bo
’
s
’
n
perhaps
?
Perhaps
!
It
wasn
’
t
a
heavy
sea
—
it
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
it
—
but
to
have
to
face
it
day
after
day
—
I
don
’
t
blame
anybody
.
I
was
precious
little
better
than
the
rest
.
Only
—
I
was
an
officer
of
that
old
coal
wagon
,
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
matter
—
footsteps
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
.
“
Turn
the
hands
up
,
”
I
cried
through
the
door
.
