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“
I
am
afraid
,
sir
,
the
galley
fire
’
s
been
out
for
some
time
now
.
”
“
Go
and
see
.
”
He
flew
up
the
stairs
.
“
Now
,
”
I
whispered
,
loudly
,
into
the
saloon
—
too
loudly
,
perhaps
,
but
I
was
afraid
I
couldn
’
t
make
a
sound
.
He
was
by
my
side
in
an
instant
—
the
double
captain
slipped
past
the
stairs
—
through
a
tiny
dark
passage
.
.
.
a
sliding
door
.
We
were
in
the
sail
locker
,
scrambling
on
our
knees
over
the
sails
.
A
sudden
thought
struck
me
.
I
saw
myself
wandering
barefooted
,
bareheaded
,
the
sun
beating
on
my
dark
poll
.
I
snatched
off
my
floppy
hat
and
tried
hurriedly
in
the
dark
to
ram
it
on
my
other
self
.
He
dodged
and
fended
off
silently
.
I
wonder
what
he
thought
had
come
to
me
before
he
understood
and
suddenly
desisted
.
Our
hands
met
gropingly
,
lingered
united
in
a
steady
,
motionless
clasp
for
a
second
.
.
.
.
No
word
was
breathed
by
either
of
us
when
they
separated
.
I
was
standing
quietly
by
the
pantry
door
when
the
steward
returned
.
“
Sorry
,
sir
.
Kettle
barely
warm
.
Shall
I
light
the
spirit
lamp
?
”
“
Never
mind
.
”
I
came
out
on
deck
slowly
.
It
was
now
a
matter
of
conscience
to
shave
the
land
as
close
as
possible
—
for
now
he
must
go
overboard
whenever
the
ship
was
put
in
stays
.
Must
!
There
could
be
no
going
back
for
him
.
After
a
moment
I
walked
over
to
leeward
and
my
heart
flew
into
my
mouth
at
the
nearness
of
the
land
on
the
bow
.
Under
any
other
circumstances
I
would
not
have
held
on
a
minute
longer
.
The
second
mate
had
followed
me
anxiously
.
I
looked
on
till
I
felt
I
could
command
my
voice
.
“
She
will
weather
,
”
I
said
then
in
a
quiet
tone
.
