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For
a
while
after
his
second
's
answering
hoot
Massy
hung
over
the
engine-room
gloomily
.
Captain
Whalley
,
who
,
by
the
power
of
five
hundred
pounds
,
had
kept
his
command
for
three
years
,
might
have
been
suspected
of
never
having
seen
that
coast
before
.
He
seemed
unable
to
put
down
his
glasses
,
as
though
they
had
been
glued
under
his
contracted
eyebrows
.
This
settled
frown
gave
to
his
face
an
air
of
invincible
and
just
severity
;
but
his
raised
elbow
trembled
slightly
,
and
the
perspiration
poured
from
under
his
hat
as
if
a
second
sun
had
suddenly
blazed
up
at
the
zenith
by
the
side
of
the
ardent
still
globe
already
there
,
in
whose
blinding
white
heat
the
earth
whirled
and
shone
like
a
mote
of
dust
.
From
time
to
time
,
still
holding
up
his
glasses
,
he
raised
his
other
hand
to
wipe
his
streaming
face
.
The
drops
rolled
down
his
cheeks
,
fell
like
rain
upon
the
white
hairs
of
his
beard
,
and
brusquely
,
as
if
guided
by
an
uncontrollable
and
anxious
impulse
,
his
arm
reached
out
to
the
stand
of
the
engine-room
telegraph
.
The
gong
clanged
down
below
.
The
balanced
vibration
of
the
dead-slow
speed
ceased
together
with
every
sound
and
tremor
in
the
ship
,
as
if
the
great
stillness
that
reigned
upon
the
coast
had
stolen
in
through
her
sides
of
iron
and
taken
possession
of
her
innermost
recesses
.
The
illusion
of
perfect
immobility
seemed
to
fall
upon
her
from
the
luminous
blue
dome
without
a
stain
arching
over
a
flat
sea
without
a
stir
.
The
faint
breeze
she
had
made
for
herself
expired
,
as
if
all
at
once
the
air
had
become
too
thick
to
budge
;
even
the
slight
hiss
of
the
water
on
her
stem
died
out
.
The
narrow
,
long
hull
,
carrying
its
way
without
a
ripple
,
seemed
to
approach
the
shoal
water
of
the
bar
by
stealth
.
The
plunge
of
the
lead
with
the
mournful
,
mechanical
cry
of
the
lascar
came
at
longer
and
longer
intervals
;
and
the
men
on
her
bridge
seemed
to
hold
their
breath
.
The
Malay
at
the
helm
looked
fixedly
at
the
compass
card
,
the
Captain
and
the
Serang
stared
at
the
coast
.
Massy
had
left
the
skylight
,
and
,
walking
flat-footed
,
had
returned
softly
to
the
very
spot
on
the
bridge
he
had
occupied
before
.
A
slow
,
lingering
grin
exposed
his
set
of
big
white
teeth
:
they
gleamed
evenly
in
the
shade
of
the
awning
like
the
keyboard
of
a
piano
in
a
dusky
room
.
At
last
,
pretending
to
talk
to
himself
in
excessive
astonishment
,
he
said
not
very
loud
--
"
Stop
the
engines
now
.
What
next
,
I
wonder
?
"
He
waited
,
stooping
from
the
shoulders
,
his
head
bowed
,
his
glance
oblique
.
Then
raising
his
voice
a
shade
--
"
If
I
dared
make
an
absurd
remark
I
would
say
that
you
have
n't
the
stomach
to
...
"
But
a
yelling
spirit
of
excitement
,
like
some
frantic
soul
wandering
unsuspected
in
the
vast
stillness
of
the
coast
,
had
seized
upon
the
body
of
the
lascar
at
the
lead
.
The
languid
monotony
of
his
sing-song
changed
to
a
swift
,
sharp
clamor
.
The
weight
flew
after
a
single
whir
,
the
line
whistled
,
splash
followed
splash
in
haste
.
The
water
had
shoaled
,
and
the
man
,
instead
of
the
drowsy
tale
of
fathoms
,
was
calling
out
the
soundings
in
feet
.
