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He
waited
.
The
slender
stem
of
the
pipe
with
its
bulky
lump
of
a
bowl
at
the
end
hung
down
from
his
thick
lips
.
It
had
gone
out
.
Suddenly
he
took
it
from
between
his
teeth
and
wrung
his
hands
slightly
.
"
Do
n't
you
believe
me
?
"
He
thrust
the
pipe
bowl
into
the
pocket
of
his
shiny
black
jacket
.
"
It
's
like
dealing
with
the
devil
,
"
he
said
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
speak
?
At
first
you
were
so
high
and
mighty
with
me
I
hardly
dared
to
creep
about
my
own
deck
.
Now
I
ca
n't
get
a
word
from
you
.
You
do
n't
seem
to
see
me
at
all
.
What
does
it
mean
?
Upon
my
soul
,
you
terrify
me
with
this
deaf
and
dumb
trick
.
What
's
going
on
in
that
head
of
yours
?
What
are
you
plotting
against
me
there
so
hard
that
you
ca
n't
say
a
word
?
You
will
never
make
me
believe
that
you
--
you
--
do
n't
know
where
to
lay
your
hands
on
a
couple
of
hundred
.
You
have
made
me
curse
the
day
I
was
born
...
"
"
Mr.
Massy
,
"
said
Captain
Whalley
suddenly
,
without
stirring
.
The
engineer
started
violently
.
"
If
that
is
so
I
can
only
beg
you
to
forgive
me
.
"
"
Starboard
,
"
muttered
the
Serang
to
the
helmsman
;
and
the
Sofala
began
to
swing
round
the
bend
into
the
second
reach
.
"
Ough
!
"
Massy
shuddered
.
"
You
make
my
blood
run
cold
.
What
made
you
come
here
?
What
made
you
come
aboard
that
evening
all
of
a
sudden
,
with
your
high
talk
and
your
money
--
tempting
me
?
I
always
wondered
what
was
your
motive
?
You
fastened
yourself
on
me
to
have
easy
times
and
grow
fat
on
my
life
blood
,
I
tell
you
.
Was
that
it
?
I
believe
you
are
the
greatest
miser
in
the
world
,
or
else
why
...
"
"
No
.
I
am
only
poor
,
"
interrupted
Captain
Whalley
,
stonily
.
