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"
Very
near
now
,
Tuan
,
"
the
Malay
muttered
rapidly
.
"
Dead
slow
,
"
said
the
Captain
aloud
in
a
firm
tone
.
The
Serang
snatched
at
the
handle
of
the
telegraph
.
A
gong
clanged
down
below
.
Massy
with
a
scornful
snigger
walked
off
and
put
his
head
down
the
engineroom
skylight
.
"
You
may
expect
some
rare
fooling
with
the
engines
,
Jack
,
"
he
bellowed
.
The
space
into
which
he
stared
was
deep
and
full
of
gloom
;
and
the
gray
gleams
of
steel
down
there
seemed
cool
after
the
intense
glare
of
the
sea
around
the
ship
.
The
air
,
however
,
came
up
clammy
and
hot
on
his
face
.
A
short
hoot
on
which
it
would
have
been
impossible
to
put
any
sort
of
interpretation
came
from
the
bottom
cavernously
.
This
was
the
way
in
which
the
second
engineer
answered
his
chief
.
He
was
a
middle-aged
man
with
an
inattentive
manner
,
and
apparently
wrapped
up
in
such
a
taciturn
concern
for
his
engines
that
he
seemed
to
have
lost
the
use
of
speech
.
When
addressed
directly
his
only
answer
would
be
a
grunt
or
a
hoot
,
according
to
the
distance
.
For
all
the
years
he
had
been
in
the
Sofala
he
had
never
been
known
to
exchange
as
much
as
a
frank
Good-morning
with
any
of
his
shipmates
.
He
did
not
seem
aware
that
men
came
and
went
in
the
world
;
he
did
not
seem
to
see
them
at
all
.
Indeed
he
never
recognized
his
ship
mates
on
shore
.
At
table
(
the
four
white
men
of
the
Sofala
messed
together
)
he
sat
looking
into
his
plate
dispassionately
,
but
at
the
end
of
the
meal
would
jump
up
and
bolt
down
below
as
if
a
sudden
thought
had
impelled
him
to
rush
and
see
whether
somebody
had
not
stolen
the
engines
while
he
dined
.
In
port
at
the
end
of
the
trip
he
went
ashore
regularly
,
but
no
one
knew
where
he
spent
his
evenings
or
in
what
manner
.
The
local
coasting
fleet
had
preserved
a
wild
and
incoherent
tale
of
his
infatuation
for
the
wife
of
a
sergeant
in
an
Irish
infantry
regiment
.
The
regiment
,
however
,
had
done
its
turn
of
garrison
duty
there
ages
before
,
and
was
gone
somewhere
to
the
other
side
of
the
earth
,
out
of
men
's
knowledge
.
Twice
or
perhaps
three
times
in
the
course
of
the
year
he
would
take
too
much
to
drink
.
On
these
occasions
he
returned
on
board
at
an
earlier
hour
than
usual
;
ran
across
the
deck
balancing
himself
with
his
spread
arms
like
a
tight-rope
walker
;
and
locking
the
door
of
his
cabin
,
he
would
converse
and
argue
with
himself
the
livelong
night
in
an
amazing
variety
of
tones
;
storm
,
sneer
,
and
whine
with
an
inexhaustible
persistence
.
Massy
in
his
berth
next
door
,
raising
himself
on
his
elbow
,
would
discover
that
his
second
had
remembered
the
name
of
every
white
man
that
had
passed
through
the
Sofala
for
years
and
years
back
.
He
remembered
the
names
of
men
that
had
died
,
that
had
gone
home
,
that
had
gone
to
America
:
he
remembered
in
his
cups
the
names
of
men
whose
connection
with
the
ship
had
been
so
short
that
Massy
had
almost
forgotten
its
circumstances
and
could
barely
recall
their
faces
.
The
inebriated
voice
on
the
other
side
of
the
bulkhead
commented
upon
them
all
with
an
extraordinary
and
ingenious
venom
of
scandalous
inventions
.
It
seems
they
had
all
offended
him
in
some
way
,
and
in
return
he
had
found
them
all
out
.
He
muttered
darkly
;
he
laughed
sardonically
;
he
crushed
them
one
after
another
;
but
of
his
chief
,
Massy
,
he
babbled
with
an
envious
and
naive
admiration
.
Clever
scoundrel
!
Do
n't
meet
the
likes
of
him
every
day
.
Just
look
at
him
.
Ha
!
Great
!
Ship
of
his
own
.
Would
n't
catch
him
going
wrong
No
fear
--
the
beast
!
And
Massy
,
after
listening
with
a
gratified
smile
to
these
artless
tributes
to
his
greatness
,
would
begin
to
shout
,
thumping
at
the
bulkhead
with
both
fists
--
"
Shut
up
,
you
lunatic
!
Wo
n't
you
let
me
go
to
sleep
,
you
fool
!
"
But
a
half
smile
of
pride
lingered
on
his
lips
;
outside
the
solitary
lascar
told
off
for
night
duty
in
harbor
,
perhaps
a
youth
fresh
from
a
forest
village
,
would
stand
motionless
in
the
shadows
of
the
deck
listening
to
the
endless
drunken
gabble
.
His
heart
would
be
thumping
with
breathless
awe
of
white
men
:
the
arbitrary
and
obstinate
men
who
pursue
inflexibly
their
incomprehensible
purposes
,
--
beings
with
weird
intonations
in
the
voice
,
moved
by
unaccountable
feelings
,
actuated
by
inscrutable
motives
.
