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"
You
'll
find
me
a
good
enough
servant
,
sir
.
"
Mr.
Sterne
hoped
now
for
a
handshake
at
least
,
but
unexpectedly
,
with
a
"
What
's
this
?
Better
not
to
be
seen
together
,
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
's
white
shape
wavered
,
and
instantly
seemed
to
melt
away
in
the
black
air
under
the
roof
of
boughs
.
The
mate
was
startled
.
Yes
.
There
was
that
faint
thumping
clatter
.
He
stole
out
silently
from
under
the
shade
.
The
lighted
port-hole
shone
from
afar
.
His
head
swam
with
the
intoxication
of
sudden
success
.
What
a
thing
it
was
to
have
a
gentleman
to
deal
with
!
He
crept
aboard
,
and
there
was
something
weird
in
the
shadowy
stretch
of
empty
decks
,
echoing
with
shouts
and
blows
proceeding
from
a
darker
part
amidships
.
Mr.
Massy
was
raging
before
the
door
of
the
berth
:
the
drunken
voice
within
flowed
on
undisturbed
in
the
violent
racket
of
kicks
.
"
Shut
up
!
Put
your
light
out
and
turn
in
,
you
confounded
swilling
pig
--
you
!
D'you
hear
me
,
you
beast
?
"
The
kicking
stopped
,
and
in
the
pause
the
muzzy
oracular
voice
announced
from
within
--
"
Ah
!
Massy
,
now
--
that
's
another
thing
.
Massy
's
deep
.
"
"
Who
's
that
aft
there
?
You
,
Sterne
?
He
'll
drink
himself
into
a
fit
of
horrors
.
"
The
chief
engineer
appeared
vague
and
big
at
the
corner
of
the
engineroom
.
"
He
will
be
good
enough
for
duty
to-morrow
.
I
would
let
him
be
,
Mr.
Massy
.
"
Sterne
slipped
away
into
his
berth
,
and
at
once
had
to
sit
down
.
His
head
swam
with
exultation
.
He
got
into
his
bunk
as
if
in
a
dream
.
A
feeling
of
profound
peace
,
of
pacific
joy
,
came
over
him
.
On
deck
all
was
quiet
.
Mr.
Massy
,
with
his
ear
against
the
door
of
Jack
's
cabin
,
listened
critically
to
a
deep
stertorous
breathing
within
.
This
was
a
dead-drunk
sleep
.
The
bout
was
over
:
tranquilized
on
that
score
,
he
too
went
in
,
and
with
slow
wriggles
got
out
of
his
old
tweed
jacket
.
