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Well
,
he
remained
out
here
,
a
perfect
nuisance
,
everlastingly
shipped
and
unshipped
,
unable
to
keep
a
berth
very
long
;
pretty
nigh
went
through
every
engine-room
afloat
belonging
to
the
colony
.
Then
suddenly
,
"
What
do
you
think
happened
,
Harry
?
"
Captain
Whalley
,
who
seemed
lost
in
a
mental
effort
as
of
doing
a
sum
in
his
head
,
gave
a
slight
start
.
He
really
could
n't
imagine
.
The
Master-Attendant
's
voice
vibrated
dully
with
hoarse
emphasis
.
The
man
actually
had
the
luck
to
win
the
second
prize
in
the
Manilla
lottery
.
All
these
engineers
and
officers
of
ships
took
tickets
in
that
gamble
.
It
seemed
to
be
a
perfect
mania
with
them
all
.
Everybody
expected
now
that
he
would
take
himself
off
home
with
his
money
,
and
go
to
the
devil
in
his
own
way
.
Not
at
all
.
The
Sofala
,
judged
too
small
and
not
quite
modern
enough
for
the
sort
of
trade
she
was
in
,
could
be
got
for
a
moderate
price
from
her
owners
,
who
had
ordered
a
new
steamer
from
Europe
.
He
rushed
in
and
bought
her
.
This
man
had
never
given
any
signs
of
that
sort
of
mental
intoxication
the
mere
fact
of
getting
hold
of
a
large
sum
of
money
may
produce
--
not
till
he
got
a
ship
of
his
own
;
but
then
he
went
off
his
balance
all
at
once
:
came
bouncing
into
the
Marine
Office
on
some
transfer
business
,
with
his
hat
hanging
over
his
left
eye
and
switching
a
little
cane
in
his
hand
,
and
told
each
one
of
the
clerks
separately
that
"
Nobody
could
put
him
out
now
.
It
was
his
turn
.
There
was
no
one
over
him
on
earth
,
and
there
never
would
be
either
.
"
He
swaggered
and
strutted
between
the
desks
,
talking
at
the
top
of
his
voice
,
and
trembling
like
a
leaf
all
the
while
,
so
that
the
current
business
of
the
office
was
suspended
for
the
time
he
was
in
there
,
and
everybody
in
the
big
room
stood
open-mouthed
looking
at
his
antics
.
Afterwards
he
could
be
seen
during
the
hottest
hours
of
the
day
with
his
face
as
red
as
fire
rushing
along
up
and
down
the
quays
to
look
at
his
ship
from
different
points
of
view
:
he
seemed
inclined
to
stop
every
stranger
he
came
across
just
to
let
them
know
"
that
there
would
be
no
longer
anyone
over
him
;
he
had
bought
a
ship
;
nobody
on
earth
could
put
him
out
of
his
engine-room
now
.
"
Good
bargain
as
she
was
,
the
price
of
the
Sofala
took
up
pretty
near
all
the
lottery-money
.
He
had
left
himself
no
capital
to
work
with
.
That
did
not
matter
so
much
,
for
these
were
the
halcyon
days
of
steam
coasting
trade
,
before
some
of
the
home
shipping
firms
had
thought
of
establishing
local
fleets
to
feed
their
main
lines
.
These
,
when
once
organized
,
took
the
biggest
slices
out
of
that
cake
,
of
course
;
and
by-and-by
a
squad
of
confounded
German
tramps
turned
up
east
of
Suez
Canal
and
swept
up
all
the
crumbs
.
They
prowled
on
the
cheap
to
and
fro
along
the
coast
and
between
the
islands
,
like
a
lot
of
sharks
in
the
water
ready
to
snap
up
anything
you
let
drop
.
And
then
the
high
old
times
were
over
for
good
;
for
years
the
Sofala
had
made
no
more
,
he
judged
,
than
a
fair
living
.
Captain
Eliott
looked
upon
it
as
his
duty
in
every
way
to
assist
an
English
ship
to
hold
her
own
;
and
it
stood
to
reason
that
if
for
want
of
a
captain
the
Sofala
began
to
miss
her
trips
she
would
very
soon
lose
her
trade
.
There
was
the
quandary
.
The
man
was
too
impracticable
.
"
Too
much
of
a
beggar
on
horseback
from
the
first
,
"
he
explained
.
"
Seemed
to
grow
worse
as
the
time
went
on
.
In
the
last
three
years
he
's
run
through
eleven
skippers
;
he
had
tried
every
single
man
here
,
outside
of
the
regular
lines
.
I
had
warned
him
before
that
this
would
not
do
.
And
now
,
of
course
,
no
one
will
look
at
the
Sofala
.
I
had
one
or
two
men
up
at
my
office
and
talked
to
them
;
but
,
as
they
said
to
me
,
what
was
the
good
of
taking
the
berth
to
lead
a
regular
dog
's
life
for
a
month
and
then
get
the
sack
at
the
end
of
the
first
trip
?
The
fellow
,
of
course
,
told
me
it
was
all
nonsense
;
there
has
been
a
plot
hatching
for
years
against
him
.
And
now
it
had
come
.
All
the
horrid
sailors
in
the
port
had
conspired
to
bring
him
to
his
knees
,
because
he
was
an
engineer
.
"
Captain
Eliott
emitted
a
throaty
chuckle
.
"
And
the
fact
is
,
that
if
he
misses
a
couple
more
trips
he
need
never
trouble
himself
to
start
again
.
He
wo
n't
find
any
cargo
in
his
old
trade
.
There
's
too
much
competition
nowadays
for
people
to
keep
their
stuff
lying
about
for
a
ship
that
does
not
turn
up
when
she
's
expected
.
It
's
a
bad
lookout
for
him
.
He
swears
he
will
shut
himself
on
board
and
starve
to
death
in
his
cabin
rather
than
sell
her
--
even
if
he
could
find
a
buyer
.
And
that
's
not
likely
in
the
least
.
Not
even
the
Japs
would
give
her
insured
value
for
her
.
It
is
n't
like
selling
sailing-ships
.
Steamers
do
get
out
of
date
,
besides
getting
old
.
"
"
He
must
have
laid
by
a
good
bit
of
money
though
,
"
observed
Captain
Whalley
quietly
.
