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It
was
a
garment
with
many
pockets
,
which
he
used
to
put
on
at
odd
times
of
the
day
,
being
subject
to
sudden
chilly
fits
,
and
when
he
felt
warmed
he
would
take
it
off
and
hang
it
about
anywhere
all
over
the
ship
.
It
would
be
seen
swinging
on
belaying-pins
,
thrown
over
the
heads
of
winches
,
suspended
on
people
's
very
door-handles
for
that
matter
.
Was
he
not
the
owner
?
But
his
favorite
place
was
a
hook
on
a
wooden
awning
stanchion
on
the
bridge
,
almost
against
the
binnacle
.
He
had
even
in
the
early
days
more
than
one
tussle
on
that
point
with
Captain
Whalley
,
who
desired
the
bridge
to
be
kept
tidy
.
He
had
been
overawed
then
.
Of
late
,
though
,
he
had
been
able
to
defy
his
partner
with
impunity
.
Captain
Whalley
never
seemed
to
notice
anything
now
.
As
to
the
Malays
,
in
their
awe
of
that
scowling
man
not
one
of
the
crew
would
dream
of
laying
a
hand
on
the
thing
,
no
matter
where
or
what
it
swung
from
.
With
an
unexpectedness
which
made
Mr.
Massy
jump
and
drop
the
coat
at
his
feet
,
there
came
from
the
next
berth
the
crash
and
thud
of
a
headlong
,
jingling
,
clattering
fall
.
The
faithful
Jack
must
have
dropped
to
sleep
suddenly
as
he
sat
at
his
revels
,
and
now
had
gone
over
chair
and
all
,
breaking
,
as
it
seemed
by
the
sound
,
every
single
glass
and
bottle
in
the
place
.
After
the
terrific
smash
all
was
still
for
a
time
in
there
,
as
though
he
had
killed
himself
outright
on
the
spot
.
Mr.
Massy
held
his
breath
.
At
last
a
sleepy
uneasy
groaning
sigh
was
exhaled
slowly
on
the
other
side
of
the
bulkhead
.
"
I
hope
to
goodness
he
's
too
drunk
to
wake
up
now
,
"
muttered
Mr.
Massy
.
The
sound
of
a
softly
knowing
laugh
nearly
drove
him
to
despair
.
He
swore
violently
under
his
breath
.
The
fool
would
keep
him
awake
all
night
now
for
certain
.
He
cursed
his
luck
.
He
wanted
to
forget
his
maddening
troubles
in
sleep
sometimes
.
He
could
detect
no
movements
.
Without
apparently
making
the
slightest
attempt
to
get
up
,
Jack
went
on
sniggering
to
himself
where
he
lay
;
then
began
to
speak
,
where
he
had
left
off
as
it
were
--
"
Massy
!
I
love
the
dirty
rascal
.
He
would
like
to
see
his
poor
old
Jack
starve
--
but
just
you
look
where
he
has
climbed
to
.
"
...
He
hiccoughed
in
a
superior
,
leisurely
manner
...
"
Ship-owning
it
with
the
best
.
A
lottery
ticket
you
want
.
Ha
!
ha
!
I
will
give
you
lottery
tickets
,
my
boy
.
Let
the
old
ship
sink
and
the
old
chum
starve
--
that
's
right
.
He
do
n't
go
wrong
--
Massy
do
n't
.
Not
he
.
He
's
a
genius
--
that
man
is
.
That
's
the
way
to
win
your
money
.
Ship
and
chum
must
go
.
"
"
The
silly
fool
has
taken
it
to
heart
,
"
muttered
Massy
to
himself
.
And
,
listening
with
a
softened
expression
of
face
for
any
slight
sign
of
returning
drowsiness
,
he
was
discouraged
profoundly
by
a
burst
of
laughter
full
of
joyful
irony
.
"
Would
like
to
see
her
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
!
Oh
,
you
clever
,
clever
devil
!
Wish
her
sunk
,
eh
?
I
should
think
you
would
,
my
boy
;
the
damned
old
thing
and
all
your
troubles
with
her
.
Rake
in
the
insurance
money
--
turn
your
back
on
your
old
chum
--
all
's
well
--
gentleman
again
.
"
A
grim
stillness
had
come
over
Massy
's
face
.
Only
his
big
black
eyes
rolled
uneasily
.
The
raving
fool
.
And
yet
it
was
all
true
.
Yes
.
Lottery
tickets
,
too
.
All
true
.
What
?
Beginning
again
?
He
wished
he
would
n't
...
But
it
was
even
so
.
The
imaginative
drunkard
on
the
other
side
of
the
bulkhead
shook
off
the
deathlike
stillness
that
after
his
last
words
had
fallen
on
the
dark
ship
moored
to
a
silent
shore
.
