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"
"
I
would
advise
you
to
hold
your
tongue
,
or
somebody
here
may
fling
you
overboard
into
this
damned
fog
,
"
said
Brown
.
The
boat
seemed
to
be
standing
still
;
nothing
could
be
seen
,
not
even
the
river
alongside
,
only
the
water-dust
flew
and
trickled
,
condensed
,
down
their
beards
and
faces
.
It
was
weird
,
Brown
told
me
.
Every
individual
man
of
them
felt
as
though
he
were
adrift
alone
in
a
boat
,
haunted
by
an
almost
imperceptible
suspicion
of
sighing
,
muttering
ghosts
.
"
Throw
me
out
,
would
you
?
But
I
would
know
where
I
was
,
"
mumbled
Cornelius
surlily
.
"
I
've
lived
many
years
here
.
"
"
Not
long
enough
to
see
through
a
fog
like
this
,
"
Brown
said
,
lolling
back
with
his
arm
swinging
to
and
fro
on
the
useless
tiller
.
"
Yes
.
Long
enough
for
that
,
"
snarled
Cornelius
.
"
That
's
very
useful
,
"
commented
Brown
.
"
Am
I
to
believe
you
could
find
that
backway
you
spoke
of
blindfold
,
like
this
?
"
Cornelius
grunted
.
"
Are
you
too
tired
to
row
?
"
he
asked
after
a
silence
.
"
No
,
by
God
!
"
shouted
Brown
suddenly
.
"
Out
with
your
oars
there
.
"
There
was
a
great
knocking
in
the
fog
,
which
after
a
while
settled
into
a
regular
grind
of
invisible
sweeps
against
invisible
thole-pins
.
Otherwise
nothing
was
changed
,
and
but
for
the
slight
splash
of
a
dipped
blade
it
was
like
rowing
a
balloon
car
in
a
cloud
,
said
Brown
.
Thereafter
Cornelius
did
not
open
his
lips
except
to
ask
querulously
for
somebody
to
bale
out
his
canoe
,
which
was
towing
behind
the
long-boat
.
Gradually
the
fog
whitened
and
became
luminous
ahead
To
the
left
Brown
saw
a
darkness
as
though
he
had
been
looking
at
the
back
of
the
departing
night
.
All
at
once
a
big
bough
covered
with
leaves
appeared
above
his
head
,
and
ends
of
twigs
,
dripping
and
still
,
curved
slenderly
close
alongside
.
Cornelius
,
without
a
word
,
took
the
tiller
from
his
hand
.
'
'
Ido
n't
think
they
spoke
together
again
.
The
boat
entered
a
narrow
by-channel
,
where
it
was
pushed
by
the
oar-blades
set
into
crumbling
banks
,
and
there
was
a
gloom
as
if
enormous
black
wings
had
been
outspread
above
the
mist
that
filled
its
depth
to
the
summits
of
the
trees
.
The
branches
overhead
showered
big
drops
through
the
gloomy
fog
.
At
a
mutter
from
Cornelius
,
Brown
ordered
his
men
to
load
.
"
I
'll
give
you
a
chance
to
get
even
with
them
before
we
're
done
,
you
dismal
cripples
,
you
,
"
he
said
to
his
gang
.
"
Mind
you
do
n't
throw
it
away
--
you
hounds
.
"
Low
growls
answered
that
speech
.
Cornelius
showed
much
fussy
concern
for
the
safety
of
his
canoe
.
'
Meantime
Tamb
'
Itam
had
reached
the
end
of
his
journey
.
The
fog
had
delayed
him
a
little
,
but
he
had
paddled
steadily
,
keeping
in
touch
with
the
south
bank
.
By-and-by
daylight
came
like
a
glow
in
a
ground
glass
globe
.
The
shores
made
on
each
side
of
the
river
a
dark
smudge
,
in
which
one
could
detect
hints
of
columnar
forms
and
shadows
of
twisted
branches
high
up
.
The
mist
was
still
thick
on
the
water
,
but
a
good
watch
was
being
kept
,
for
as
Tamb
'
Itam
approached
the
camp
the
figures
of
two
men
emerged
out
of
the
white
vapour
,
and
voices
spoke
to
him
boisterously
.
He
answered
,
and
presently
a
canoe
lay
alongside
,
and
he
exchanged
news
with
the
paddlers
.
All
was
well
.
The
trouble
was
over
.
Then
the
men
in
the
canoe
let
go
their
grip
on
the
side
of
his
dug-out
and
incontinently
fell
out
of
sight
.
He
pursued
his
way
till
he
heard
voices
coming
to
him
quietly
over
the
water
,
and
saw
,
under
the
now
lifting
,
swirling
mist
,
the
glow
of
many
little
fires
burning
on
a
sandy
stretch
,
backed
by
lofty
thin
timber
and
bushes
.
There
again
a
look-out
was
kept
,
for
he
was
challenged
.
He
shouted
his
name
as
the
two
last
sweeps
of
his
paddle
ran
his
canoe
up
on
the
strand
.
It
was
a
big
camp
.
Men
crouched
in
many
little
knots
under
a
subdued
murmur
of
early
morning
talk
.
Many
thin
threads
of
smoke
curled
slowly
on
the
white
mist
.
Little
shelters
,
elevated
above
the
ground
,
had
been
built
for
the
chiefs
.
Muskets
were
stacked
in
small
pyramids
,
and
long
spears
were
stuck
singly
into
the
sand
near
the
fires
.
'
Tamb
'
Itam
,
assuming
an
air
of
importance
,
demanded
to
be
led
to
Dain
Waris
.
He
found
the
friend
of
his
white
lord
lying
on
a
raised
couch
made
of
bamboo
,
and
sheltered
by
a
sort
of
shed
of
sticks
covered
with
mats
.
Dain
Waris
was
awake
,
and
a
bright
fire
was
burning
before
his
sleeping-place
,
which
resembled
a
rude
shrine
.
The
only
son
of
nakhoda
Doramin
answered
his
greeting
kindly
.
Tamb
'
Itam
began
by
handing
him
the
ring
which
vouched
for
the
truth
of
the
messenger
's
words
.
Dain
Waris
,
reclining
on
his
elbow
,
bade
him
speak
and
tell
all
the
news
.
Beginning
with
the
consecrated
formula
,
"
The
news
is
good
,
"
Tamb
'
Itam
delivered
Jim
's
own
words
.
The
white
men
,
deputing
with
the
consent
of
all
the
chiefs
,
were
to
be
allowed
to
pass
down
the
river
.
In
answer
to
a
question
or
two
Tamb
'
Itam
then
reported
the
proceedings
of
the
last
council
.
Dain
Waris
listened
attentively
to
the
end
,
toying
with
the
ring
which
ultimately
he
slipped
on
the
forefinger
of
his
right
hand
.
After
hearing
all
he
had
to
say
he
dismissed
Tamb
'
Itam
to
have
food
and
rest
.
Orders
for
the
return
in
the
afternoon
were
given
immediately
.
Afterwards
Dain
Waris
lay
down
again
,
open-eyed
,
while
his
personal
attendants
were
preparing
his
food
at
the
fire
,
by
which
Tamb
'
Itam
also
sat
talking
to
the
men
who
lounged
up
to
hear
the
latest
intelligence
from
the
town
.
The
sun
was
eating
up
the
mist
.
A
good
watch
was
kept
upon
the
reach
of
the
main
stream
where
the
boat
of
the
whites
was
expected
to
appear
every
moment
.
'
It
was
then
that
Brown
took
his
revenge
upon
the
world
which
,
after
twenty
years
of
contemptuous
and
reckless
bullying
,
refused
him
the
tribute
of
a
common
robber
's
success
.
It
was
an
act
of
cold-blooded
ferocity
,
and
it
consoled
him
on
his
death-bed
like
a
memory
of
an
indomitable
defiance
.
Stealthily
he
landed
his
men
on
the
other
side
of
the
island
opposite
to
the
Bugis
camp
,
and
led
them
across
.
After
a
short
but
quite
silent
scuffle
,
Cornelius
,
who
had
tried
to
slink
away
at
the
moment
of
landing
,
resigned
himself
to
show
the
way
where
the
undergrowth
was
most
sparse
.
Brown
held
both
his
skinny
hands
together
behind
his
back
in
the
grip
of
one
vast
fist
,
and
now
and
then
impelled
him
forward
with
a
fierce
push
.
Cornelius
remained
as
mute
as
a
fish
,
abject
but
faithful
to
his
purpose
,
whose
accomplishment
loomed
before
him
dimly
.
At
the
edge
of
the
patch
of
forest
Brown
's
men
spread
themselves
out
in
cover
and
waited
.
The
camp
was
plain
from
end
to
end
before
their
eyes
,
and
no
one
looked
their
way
.
Nobody
even
dreamed
that
the
white
men
could
have
any
knowledge
of
the
narrow
channel
at
the
back
of
the
island
.
When
he
judged
the
moment
come
,
Brown
yelled
,
"
Let
them
have
it
,
"
and
fourteen
shots
rang
out
like
one
.
'
Tamb
'
Itam
told
me
the
surprise
was
so
great
that
,
except
for
those
who
fell
dead
or
wounded
,
not
a
soul
of
them
moved
for
quite
an
appreciable
time
after
the
first
discharge
.
Then
a
man
screamed
,
and
after
that
scream
a
great
yell
of
amazement
and
fear
went
up
from
all
the
throats
.
A
blind
panic
drove
these
men
in
a
surging
swaying
mob
to
and
fro
along
the
shore
like
a
herd
of
cattle
afraid
of
the
water
.
Some
few
jumped
into
the
river
then
,
but
most
of
them
did
so
only
after
the
last
discharge
.
Three
times
Brown
's
men
fired
into
the
ruck
,
Brown
,
the
only
one
in
view
,
cursing
and
yelling
,
"
Aim
low
!
aim
low
!
"
