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“
Yes
,
sir
.
”
I
paced
a
turn
or
two
on
the
poop
and
saw
him
take
up
his
position
face
forward
with
his
elbow
in
the
ratlines
of
the
mizzen
rigging
before
I
went
below
.
The
mate
’
s
faint
snoring
was
still
going
on
peacefully
.
The
cuddy
lamp
was
burning
over
the
table
on
which
stood
a
vase
with
flowers
,
a
polite
attention
from
the
ship
’
s
provision
merchant
—
the
last
flowers
we
should
see
for
the
next
three
months
at
the
very
least
.
Two
bunches
of
bananas
hung
from
the
beam
symmetrically
,
one
on
each
side
of
the
rudder
casing
.
Everything
was
as
before
in
the
ship
—
except
that
two
of
her
captain
’
s
sleeping
suits
were
simultaneously
in
use
,
one
motionless
in
the
cuddy
,
the
other
keeping
very
still
in
the
captain
’
s
stateroom
.
It
must
be
explained
here
that
my
cabin
had
the
form
of
the
capital
letter
L
,
the
door
being
within
the
angle
and
opening
into
the
short
part
of
the
letter
.
A
couch
was
to
the
left
,
the
bed
place
to
the
right
;
my
writing
desk
and
the
chronometers
’
table
faced
the
door
.
But
anyone
opening
it
,
unless
he
stepped
right
inside
,
had
no
view
of
what
I
call
the
long
(
or
vertical
)
part
of
the
letter
.
It
contained
some
lockers
surmounted
by
a
bookcase
;
and
a
few
clothes
,
a
thick
jacket
or
two
,
caps
,
oilskin
coat
,
and
such
like
,
hung
on
hooks
.
There
was
at
the
bottom
of
that
part
a
door
opening
into
my
bathroom
,
which
could
be
entered
also
directly
from
the
saloon
.
But
that
way
was
never
used
.
The
mysterious
arrival
had
discovered
the
advantage
of
this
particular
shape
.
Entering
my
room
,
lighted
strongly
by
a
big
bulkhead
lamp
swung
on
gimbals
above
my
writing
desk
,
I
did
not
see
him
anywhere
till
he
stepped
out
quietly
from
behind
the
coats
hung
in
the
recessed
part
.
“
I
heard
somebody
moving
about
,
and
went
in
there
at
once
,
”
he
whispered
.
I
,
too
,
spoke
under
my
breath
.
“
Nobody
is
likely
to
come
in
here
without
knocking
and
getting
permission
.
”
He
nodded
.
His
face
was
thin
and
the
sunburn
faded
,
as
though
he
had
been
ill
.
And
no
wonder
.
He
had
been
,
I
heard
presently
,
kept
under
arrest
in
his
cabin
for
nearly
seven
weeks
.
But
there
was
nothing
sickly
in
his
eyes
or
in
his
expression
.
He
was
not
a
bit
like
me
,
really
;
yet
,
as
we
stood
leaning
over
my
bed
place
,
whispering
side
by
side
,
with
our
dark
heads
together
and
our
backs
to
the
door
,
anybody
bold
enough
to
open
it
stealthily
would
have
been
treated
to
the
uncanny
sight
of
a
double
captain
busy
talking
in
whispers
with
his
other
self
.
“
But
all
this
doesn
’
t
tell
me
how
you
came
to
hang
on
to
our
side
ladder
,
”
I
inquired
,
in
the
hardly
audible
murmurs
we
used
,
after
he
had
told
me
something
more
of
the
proceedings
on
board
the
Sephora
once
the
bad
weather
was
over
.
