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And
he
began
to
walk
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
jumping
up
,
saw
the
full
meaning
of
the
rigid
head
,
the
hesitating
feet
,
the
vaguely
extended
hand
.
His
heart
was
beating
fast
;
he
moved
a
chair
aside
,
and
instinctively
advanced
as
if
to
offer
his
arm
.
But
Captain
Whalley
passed
him
by
,
making
for
the
stairs
quite
straight
.
"
He
could
not
see
me
at
all
out
of
his
line
,
"
Van
Wyk
thought
,
with
a
sort
of
awe
.
Then
going
to
the
head
of
the
stairs
,
he
asked
a
little
tremulously
--
"
What
is
it
like
--
like
a
mist
--
like
...
"
Captain
Whalley
,
half-way
down
,
stopped
,
and
turned
round
undismayed
to
answer
.
"
It
is
as
if
the
light
were
ebbing
out
of
the
world
.
Have
you
ever
watched
the
ebbing
sea
on
an
open
stretch
of
sands
withdrawing
farther
and
farther
away
from
you
?
It
is
like
this
--
only
there
will
be
no
flood
to
follow
.
Never
.
It
is
as
if
the
sun
were
growing
smaller
,
the
stars
going
out
one
by
one
.
There
ca
n't
be
many
left
that
I
can
see
by
this
.
But
I
have
n't
had
the
courage
to
look
of
late
...
"
He
must
have
been
able
to
make
out
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
because
he
checked
him
by
an
authoritative
gesture
and
a
stoical
--
"
I
can
get
about
alone
yet
.
"
It
was
as
if
he
had
taken
his
line
,
and
would
accept
no
help
from
men
,
after
having
been
cast
out
,
like
a
presumptuous
Titan
,
from
his
heaven
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
arrested
,
seemed
to
count
the
footsteps
right
out
of
earshot
.
He
walked
between
the
tables
,
tapping
smartly
with
his
heels
,
took
up
a
paper-knife
,
dropped
it
after
a
vague
glance
along
the
blade
;
then
happening
upon
the
piano
,
struck
a
few
chords
again
and
again
,
vigorously
,
standing
up
before
the
keyboard
with
an
attentive
poise
of
the
head
like
a
piano-tuner
;
closing
it
,
he
pivoted
on
his
heels
brusquely
,
avoided
the
little
terrier
sleeping
trustfully
on
crossed
forepaws
,
came
upon
the
stairs
next
,
and
,
as
though
he
had
lost
his
balance
on
the
top
step
,
ran
down
headlong
out
of
the
house
.
His
servants
,
beginning
to
clear
the
table
,
heard
him
mutter
to
himself
(
evil
words
no
doubt
)
down
there
,
and
then
after
a
pause
go
away
with
a
strolling
gait
in
the
direction
of
the
wharf
.
The
bulwarks
of
the
Sofala
lying
alongside
the
bank
made
a
low
,
black
wall
on
the
undulating
contour
of
the
shore
.
Two
masts
and
a
funnel
uprose
from
behind
it
with
a
great
rake
,
as
if
about
to
fall
:
a
solid
,
square
elevation
in
the
middle
bore
the
ghostly
shapes
of
white
boats
,
the
curves
of
davits
,
lines
of
rail
and
stanchions
,
all
confused
and
mingling
darkly
everywhere
;
but
low
down
,
amidships
,
a
single
lighted
port
stared
out
on
the
night
,
perfectly
round
,
like
a
small
,
full
moon
,
whose
yellow
beam
caught
a
patch
of
wet
mud
,
the
edge
of
trodden
grass
,
two
turns
of
heavy
cable
wound
round
the
foot
of
a
thick
wooden
post
in
the
ground
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
peering
alongside
,
heard
a
muzzy
boastful
voice
apparently
jeering
at
a
person
called
Prendergast
.
It
mouthed
abuse
thickly
,
choked
;
then
pronounced
very
distinctly
the
word
"
Murphy
,
"
and
chuckled
.
Glass
tinkled
tremulously
.
All
these
sounds
came
from
the
lighted
port
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
hesitated
,
stooped
;
it
was
impossible
to
look
through
unless
he
went
down
into
the
mud
.
