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Captain
Whalley
's
muscular
hands
squeezed
the
iron
rail
with
an
extraordinary
force
;
his
eyes
glared
with
an
enormous
effort
;
he
knitted
his
eyebrows
,
the
perspiration
fell
from
under
his
hat
,
--
and
in
a
faint
voice
he
murmured
,
"
Steady
her
,
Serang
--
when
she
is
on
the
proper
bearing
"
The
silent
Malay
stepped
back
,
waited
a
little
,
and
lifted
his
arm
warningly
to
the
helmsman
.
The
wheel
revolved
rapidly
to
meet
the
swing
of
the
ship
.
Again
the
mate
nudged
the
engineer
.
But
Massy
turned
upon
him
.
"
Mr.
Sterne
,
"
he
said
violently
,
"
let
me
tell
you
--
as
a
shipowner
--
that
you
are
no
better
than
a
confounded
fool
.
"
Sterne
went
down
smirking
and
apparently
not
at
all
disconcerted
,
but
the
engineer
Massy
remained
on
the
bridge
,
moving
about
with
uneasy
self-assertion
.
Everybody
on
board
was
his
inferior
--
everyone
without
exception
.
He
paid
their
wages
and
found
them
in
their
food
.
They
ate
more
of
his
bread
and
pocketed
more
of
his
money
than
they
were
worth
;
and
they
had
no
care
in
the
world
,
while
he
alone
had
to
meet
all
the
difficulties
of
shipowning
.
When
he
contemplated
his
position
in
all
its
menacing
entirety
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
been
for
years
the
prey
of
a
band
of
parasites
:
and
for
years
he
had
scowled
at
everybody
connected
with
the
Sofala
except
,
perhaps
,
at
the
Chinese
firemen
who
served
to
get
her
along
.
Their
use
was
manifest
:
they
were
an
indispensable
part
of
the
machinery
of
which
he
was
the
master
.
When
he
passed
along
his
decks
he
shouldered
those
he
came
across
brutally
;
but
the
Malay
deck
hands
had
learned
to
dodge
out
of
his
way
.
He
had
to
bring
himself
to
tolerate
them
because
of
the
necessary
manual
labor
of
the
ship
which
must
be
done
.
He
had
to
struggle
and
plan
and
scheme
to
keep
the
Sofala
afloat
--
and
what
did
he
get
for
it
?
Not
even
enough
respect
.
They
could
not
have
given
him
enough
of
that
if
all
their
thoughts
and
all
their
actions
had
been
directed
to
that
end
.
The
vanity
of
possession
,
the
vainglory
of
power
,
had
passed
away
by
this
time
,
and
there
remained
only
the
material
embarrassments
,
the
fear
of
losing
that
position
which
had
turned
out
not
worth
having
,
and
an
anxiety
of
thought
which
no
abject
subservience
of
men
could
repay
.
He
walked
up
and
down
.
The
bridge
was
his
own
after
all
.
He
had
paid
for
it
;
and
with
the
stem
of
the
pipe
in
his
hand
he
would
stop
short
at
times
as
if
to
listen
with
a
profound
and
concentrated
attention
to
the
deadened
beat
of
the
engines
(
his
own
engines
)
and
the
slight
grinding
of
the
steering
chains
upon
the
continuous
low
wash
of
water
alongside
.
But
for
these
sounds
,
the
ship
might
have
been
lying
as
still
as
if
moored
to
a
bank
,
and
as
silent
as
if
abandoned
by
every
living
soul
;
only
the
coast
,
the
low
coast
of
mud
and
mangroves
with
the
three
palms
in
a
bunch
at
the
back
,
grew
slowly
more
distinct
in
its
long
straight
line
,
without
a
single
feature
to
arrest
attention
.
The
native
passengers
of
the
Sofala
lay
about
on
mats
under
the
awnings
;
the
smoke
of
her
funnel
seemed
the
only
sign
of
her
life
and
connected
with
her
gliding
motion
in
a
mysterious
manner
.
Captain
Whalley
on
his
feet
,
with
a
pair
of
binoculars
in
his
hand
and
the
little
Malay
Serang
at
his
elbow
,
like
an
old
giant
attended
by
a
wizened
pigmy
,
was
taking
her
over
the
shallow
water
of
the
bar
.
This
submarine
ridge
of
mud
,
scoured
by
the
stream
out
of
the
soft
bottom
of
the
river
and
heaped
up
far
out
on
the
hard
bottom
of
the
sea
,
was
difficult
to
get
over
.
The
alluvial
coast
having
no
distinguishing
marks
,
the
bearings
of
the
crossing-place
had
to
be
taken
from
the
shape
of
the
mountains
inland
.
