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"
I
must
indeed
.
"
"
And
you
could
n't
at
least
leave
the
money
for
a
term
of
years
?
"
"
Impossible
.
"
"
Ca
n't
trust
it
with
me
without
your
care
,
eh
?
"
Captain
Whalley
remained
silent
.
Massy
sighed
deeply
over
the
back
of
the
chair
.
"
It
would
just
do
to
save
me
,
"
he
said
in
a
tremulous
voice
.
"
I
've
saved
you
once
.
"
The
chief
engineer
took
off
his
coat
with
careful
movements
,
and
proceeded
to
feel
for
the
brass
hook
screwed
into
the
wooden
stanchion
.
For
this
purpose
he
placed
himself
right
in
front
of
the
binnacle
,
thus
hiding
completely
the
compass-card
from
the
quartermaster
at
the
wheel
.
"
Tuan
!
"
the
lascar
at
last
murmured
softly
,
meaning
to
let
the
white
man
know
that
he
could
not
see
to
steer
.
Mr.
Massy
had
accomplished
his
purpose
.
The
coat
was
hanging
from
the
nail
,
within
six
inches
of
the
binnacle
.
And
directly
he
had
stepped
aside
the
quartermaster
,
a
middle-aged
,
pock-marked
,
Sumatra
Malay
,
almost
as
dark
as
a
negro
,
perceived
with
amazement
that
in
that
short
time
,
in
this
smooth
water
,
with
no
wind
at
all
,
the
ship
had
gone
swinging
far
out
of
her
course
.
He
had
never
known
her
get
away
like
this
before
.
With
a
slight
grunt
of
astonishment
he
turned
the
wheel
hastily
to
bring
her
head
back
north
,
which
was
the
course
.
The
grinding
of
the
steering-chains
,
the
chiding
murmurs
of
the
Serang
,
who
had
come
over
to
the
wheel
,
made
a
slight
stir
,
which
attracted
Captain
Whalley
's
anxious
attention
.
He
said
,
"
Take
better
care
.
"
Then
everything
settled
to
the
usual
quiet
on
the
bridge
.
Mr.
Massy
had
disappeared
.
