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The
guidance
of
a
form
flattened
and
uneven
at
the
top
like
a
grinder
tooth
,
and
of
another
smooth
,
saddle-backed
summit
,
had
to
be
searched
for
within
the
great
unclouded
glare
that
seemed
to
shift
and
float
like
a
dry
fiery
mist
,
filling
the
air
,
ascending
from
the
water
,
shrouding
the
distances
,
scorching
to
the
eye
.
In
this
veil
of
light
the
near
edge
of
the
shore
alone
stood
out
almost
coal-black
with
an
opaque
and
motionless
solidity
.
Thirty
miles
away
the
serrated
range
of
the
interior
stretched
across
the
horizon
,
its
outlines
and
shades
of
blue
,
faint
and
tremulous
like
a
background
painted
on
airy
gossamer
on
the
quivering
fabric
of
an
impalpable
curtain
let
down
to
the
plain
of
alluvial
soil
;
and
the
openings
of
the
estuary
appeared
,
shining
white
,
like
bits
of
silver
let
into
the
square
pieces
snipped
clean
and
sharp
out
of
the
body
of
the
land
bordered
with
mangroves
.
On
the
forepart
of
the
bridge
the
giant
and
the
pigmy
muttered
to
each
other
frequently
in
quiet
tones
.
Behind
them
Massy
stood
sideways
with
an
expression
of
disdain
and
suspense
on
his
face
.
His
globular
eyes
were
perfectly
motionless
,
and
he
seemed
to
have
forgotten
the
long
pipe
he
held
in
his
hand
.
On
the
fore-deck
below
the
bridge
,
steeply
roofed
with
the
white
slopes
of
the
awnings
,
a
young
lascar
seaman
had
clambered
outside
the
rail
.
He
adjusted
quickly
a
broad
band
of
sail
canvas
under
his
armpits
,
and
throwing
his
chest
against
it
,
leaned
out
far
over
the
water
.
The
sleeves
of
his
thin
cotton
shirt
,
cut
off
close
to
the
shoulder
,
bared
his
brown
arm
of
full
rounded
form
and
with
a
satiny
skin
like
a
woman
's
.
He
swung
it
rigidly
with
the
rotary
and
menacing
action
of
a
slinger
:
the
14-lb
.
weight
hurtled
circling
in
the
air
,
then
suddenly
flew
ahead
as
far
as
the
curve
of
the
bow
.
The
wet
thin
line
swished
like
scratched
silk
running
through
the
dark
fingers
of
the
man
,
and
the
plunge
of
the
lead
close
to
the
ship
's
side
made
a
vanishing
silvery
scar
upon
the
golden
glitter
;
then
after
an
interval
the
voice
of
the
young
Malay
uplifted
and
long-drawn
declared
the
depth
of
the
water
in
his
own
language
.
"
Tiga
stengah
,
"
he
cried
after
each
splash
and
pause
,
gathering
the
line
busily
for
another
cast
.
"
Tiga
stengah
,
"
which
means
three
fathom
and
a
half
.
For
a
mile
or
so
from
seaward
there
was
a
uniform
depth
of
water
right
up
to
the
bar
.
"
Half-three
.
Half-three
.
Half-three
,
"
--
and
his
modulated
cry
,
returned
leisurely
and
monotonous
,
like
the
repeated
call
of
a
bird
,
seemed
to
float
away
in
sunshine
and
disappear
in
the
spacious
silence
of
the
empty
sea
and
of
a
lifeless
shore
lying
open
,
north
and
south
,
east
and
west
,
without
the
stir
of
a
single
cloud-shadow
or
the
whisper
of
any
other
voice
.
The
owner-engineer
of
the
Sofala
remained
very
still
behind
the
two
seamen
of
different
race
,
creed
,
and
color
;
the
European
with
the
time-defying
vigor
of
his
old
frame
,
the
little
Malay
,
old
,
too
,
but
slight
and
shrunken
like
a
withered
brown
leaf
blown
by
a
chance
wind
under
the
mighty
shadow
of
the
other
.
Very
busy
looking
forward
at
the
land
,
they
had
not
a
glance
to
spare
;
and
Massy
,
glaring
at
them
from
behind
,
seemed
to
resent
their
attention
to
their
duty
like
a
personal
slight
upon
himself
.
This
was
unreasonable
;
but
he
had
lived
in
his
own
world
of
unreasonable
resentments
for
many
years
.
At
last
,
passing
his
moist
palm
over
the
rare
lanky
wisps
of
coarse
hair
on
the
top
of
his
yellow
head
,
he
began
to
talk
slowly
.
"
A
leadsman
,
you
want
!
I
suppose
that
's
your
correct
mail-boat
style
.
Have
n't
you
enough
judgment
to
tell
where
you
are
by
looking
at
the
land
?
Why
,
before
I
had
been
a
twelvemonth
in
the
trade
I
was
up
to
that
trick
--
and
I
am
only
an
engineer
.
I
can
point
to
you
from
here
where
the
bar
is
,
and
I
could
tell
you
besides
that
you
are
as
likely
as
not
to
stick
her
in
the
mud
in
about
five
minutes
from
now
;
only
you
would
call
it
interfering
,
I
suppose
.
And
there
's
that
written
agreement
of
ours
,
that
says
I
must
n't
interfere
.
"
His
voice
stopped
.
Captain
Whalley
,
without
relaxing
the
set
severity
of
his
features
,
moved
his
lips
to
ask
in
a
quick
mumble
--
"
How
near
,
Serang
?
"
