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The
little
machine
shook
and
rocked
tumultuously
,
and
the
crimson
nape
of
that
lowered
neck
,
the
size
of
those
straining
thighs
,
the
immense
heaving
of
that
dingy
,
striped
green-and-orange
back
,
the
whole
burrowing
effort
of
that
gaudy
and
sordid
mass
,
troubled
one
's
sense
of
probability
with
a
droll
and
fearsome
effect
,
like
one
of
those
grotesque
and
distinct
visions
that
scare
and
fascinate
one
in
a
fever
.
He
disappeared
.
I
half
expected
the
roof
to
split
in
two
,
the
little
box
on
wheels
to
burst
open
in
the
manner
of
a
ripe
cotton-pod
--
but
it
only
sank
with
a
click
of
flattened
springs
,
and
suddenly
one
venetian
blind
rattled
down
.
His
shoulders
reappeared
,
jammed
in
the
small
opening
;
his
head
hung
out
,
distended
and
tossing
like
a
captive
balloon
,
perspiring
,
furious
,
spluttering
.
He
reached
for
the
gharry-wallah
with
vicious
flourishes
of
a
fist
as
dumpy
and
red
as
a
lump
of
raw
meat
.
He
roared
at
him
to
be
off
,
to
go
on
.
Where
?
Into
the
Pacific
,
perhaps
.
The
driver
lashed
;
the
pony
snorted
,
reared
once
,
and
darted
off
at
a
gallop
.
Where
?
To
Apia
?
To
Honolulu
?
He
had
6000
miles
of
tropical
belt
to
disport
himself
in
,
and
I
did
not
hear
the
precise
address
.
A
snorting
pony
snatched
him
into
"
Ewigkeit
"
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
,
and
I
never
saw
him
again
;
and
,
what
's
more
,
I
do
n't
know
of
anybody
that
ever
had
a
glimpse
of
him
after
he
departed
from
my
knowledge
sitting
inside
a
ramshackle
little
gharry
that
fled
round
the
corner
in
a
white
smother
of
dust
.
He
departed
,
disappeared
,
vanished
,
absconded
;
and
absurdly
enough
it
looked
as
though
he
had
taken
that
gharry
with
him
,
for
never
again
did
I
come
across
a
sorrel
pony
with
a
slit
ear
and
a
lackadaisical
Tamil
driver
afflicted
by
a
sore
foot
.
The
Pacific
is
indeed
big
;
but
whether
he
found
a
place
for
a
display
of
his
talents
in
it
or
not
,
the
fact
remains
he
had
flown
into
space
like
a
witch
on
a
broom-stick
.
The
little
chap
with
his
arm
in
a
sling
started
to
run
after
the
carriage
,
bleating
,
"
Captain
!
I
say
,
Captain
!
I
sa-a-ay
!
"
--
but
after
a
few
steps
stopped
short
,
hung
his
head
,
and
walked
back
slowly
.
At
the
sharp
rattle
of
the
wheels
the
young
fellow
spun
round
where
he
stood
.
He
made
no
other
movement
,
no
gesture
,
no
sign
,
and
remained
facing
in
the
new
direction
after
the
gharry
had
swung
out
of
sight
.
'
All
this
happened
in
much
less
time
than
it
takes
to
tell
,
since
I
am
trying
to
interpret
for
you
into
slow
speech
the
instantaneous
effect
of
visual
impressions
.
Next
moment
the
half-caste
clerk
,
sent
by
Archie
to
look
a
little
after
the
poor
castaways
of
the
Patna
,
came
upon
the
scene
.
He
ran
out
eager
and
bareheaded
,
looking
right
and
left
,
and
very
full
of
his
mission
.
It
was
doomed
to
be
a
failure
as
far
as
the
principal
person
was
concerned
,
but
he
approached
the
others
with
fussy
importance
,
and
,
almost
immediately
,
found
himself
involved
in
a
violent
altercation
with
the
chap
that
carried
his
arm
in
a
sling
,
and
who
turned
out
to
be
extremely
anxious
for
a
row
.
He
was
n't
going
to
be
ordered
about
--
"
not
he
,
b
'
gosh
.
"
He
would
n't
be
terrified
with
a
pack
of
lies
by
a
cocky
half-bred
little
quill-driver
.
He
was
not
going
to
be
bullied
by
"
no
object
of
that
sort
,
"
if
the
story
were
true
"
ever
so
"
!
He
bawled
his
wish
,
his
desire
,
his
determination
to
go
to
bed
.
"
If
you
were
n't
a
God-forsaken
Portuguee
,
"
I
heard
him
yell
,
"
you
would
know
that
the
hospital
is
the
right
place
for
me
.
"
He
pushed
the
fist
of
his
sound
arm
under
the
other
's
nose
;
a
crowd
began
to
collect
;
the
half-caste
,
flustered
,
but
doing
his
best
to
appear
dignified
,
tried
to
explain
his
intentions
.
I
went
away
without
waiting
to
see
the
end
.
'
But
it
so
happened
that
I
had
a
man
in
the
hospital
at
the
time
,
and
going
there
to
see
about
him
the
day
before
the
opening
of
the
Inquiry
,
I
saw
in
the
white
men
's
ward
that
little
chap
tossing
on
his
back
,
with
his
arm
in
splints
,
and
quite
light-headed
.
To
my
great
surprise
the
other
one
,
the
long
individual
with
drooping
white
moustache
,
had
also
found
his
way
there
.
I
remembered
I
had
seen
him
slinking
away
during
the
quarrel
,
in
a
half
prance
,
half
shuffle
,
and
trying
very
hard
not
to
look
scared
.
He
was
no
stranger
to
the
port
,
it
seems
,
and
in
his
distress
was
able
to
make
tracks
straight
for
Mariani
's
billiard-room
and
grog-shop
near
the
bazaar
.
That
unspeakable
vagabond
,
Mariani
,
who
had
known
the
man
and
had
ministered
to
his
vices
in
one
or
two
other
places
,
kissed
the
ground
,
in
a
manner
of
speaking
,
before
him
,
and
shut
him
up
with
a
supply
of
bottles
in
an
upstairs
room
of
his
infamous
hovel
.
It
appears
he
was
under
some
hazy
apprehension
as
to
his
personal
safety
,
and
wished
to
be
concealed
.
However
,
Mariani
told
me
a
long
time
after
(
when
he
came
on
board
one
day
to
dun
my
steward
for
the
price
of
some
cigars
)
that
he
would
have
done
more
for
him
without
asking
any
questions
,
from
gratitude
for
some
unholy
favour
received
very
many
years
ago
--
as
far
as
I
could
make
out
.
He
thumped
twice
his
brawny
chest
,
rolled
enormous
black-and-white
eyes
glistening
with
tears
:
"
Antonio
never
forget
--
Antonio
never
forget
!
"
What
was
the
precise
nature
of
the
immoral
obligation
I
never
learned
,
but
be
it
what
it
may
,
he
had
every
facility
given
him
to
remain
under
lock
and
key
,
with
a
chair
,
a
table
,
a
mattress
in
a
corner
,
and
a
litter
of
fallen
plaster
on
the
floor
,
in
an
irrational
state
of
funk
,
and
keeping
up
his
pecker
with
such
tonics
as
Mariani
dispensed
.
This
lasted
till
the
evening
of
the
third
day
,
when
,
after
letting
out
a
few
horrible
screams
,
he
found
himself
compelled
to
seek
safety
in
flight
from
a
legion
of
centipedes
.
He
burst
the
door
open
,
made
one
leap
for
dear
life
down
the
crazy
little
stairway
,
landed
bodily
on
Mariani
's
stomach
,
picked
himself
up
,
and
bolted
like
a
rabbit
into
the
streets
.
The
police
plucked
him
off
a
garbage-heap
in
the
early
morning
.
At
first
he
had
a
notion
they
were
carrying
him
off
to
be
hanged
,
and
fought
for
liberty
like
a
hero
,
but
when
I
sat
down
by
his
bed
he
had
been
very
quiet
for
two
days
.
His
lean
bronzed
head
,
with
white
moustaches
,
looked
fine
and
calm
on
the
pillow
,
like
the
head
of
a
war-worn
soldier
with
a
child-like
soul
,
had
it
not
been
for
a
hint
of
spectral
alarm
that
lurked
in
the
blank
glitter
of
his
glance
,
resembling
a
nondescript
form
of
a
terror
crouching
silently
behind
a
pane
of
glass
.
He
was
so
extremely
calm
,
that
I
began
to
indulge
in
the
eccentric
hope
of
hearing
something
explanatory
of
the
famous
affair
from
his
point
of
view
.
Why
I
longed
to
go
grubbing
into
the
deplorable
details
of
an
occurrence
which
,
after
all
,
concerned
me
no
more
than
as
a
member
of
an
obscure
body
of
men
held
together
by
a
community
of
inglorious
toil
and
by
fidelity
to
a
certain
standard
of
conduct
,
I
ca
n't
explain
.
You
may
call
it
an
unhealthy
curiosity
if
you
like
;
but
I
have
a
distinct
notion
I
wished
to
find
something
.
Perhaps
,
unconsciously
,
I
hoped
I
would
find
that
something
,
some
profound
and
redeeming
cause
,
some
merciful
explanation
,
some
convincing
shadow
of
an
excuse
.
I
see
well
enough
now
that
I
hoped
for
the
impossible
--
for
the
laying
of
what
is
the
most
obstinate
ghost
of
man
's
creation
,
of
the
uneasy
doubt
uprising
like
a
mist
,
secret
and
gnawing
like
a
worm
,
and
more
chilling
than
the
certitude
of
death
--
the
doubt
of
the
sovereign
power
enthroned
in
a
fixed
standard
of
conduct
.
It
is
the
hardest
thing
to
stumble
against
;
it
is
the
thing
that
breeds
yelling
panics
and
good
little
quiet
villainies
;
it
's
the
true
shadow
of
calamity
.
Did
I
believe
in
a
miracle
?
and
why
did
I
desire
it
so
ardently
?
Was
it
for
my
own
sake
that
I
wished
to
find
some
shadow
of
an
excuse
for
that
young
fellow
whom
I
had
never
seen
before
,
but
whose
appearance
alone
added
a
touch
of
personal
concern
to
the
thoughts
suggested
by
the
knowledge
of
his
weakness
--
made
it
a
thing
of
mystery
and
terror
--
like
a
hint
of
a
destructive
fate
ready
for
us
all
whose
youth
--
in
its
day
--
had
resembled
his
youth
?
I
fear
that
such
was
the
secret
motive
of
my
prying
.
I
was
,
and
no
mistake
,
looking
for
a
miracle
.
The
only
thing
that
at
this
distance
of
time
strikes
me
as
miraculous
is
the
extent
of
my
imbecility
.
I
positively
hoped
to
obtain
from
that
battered
and
shady
invalid
some
exorcism
against
the
ghost
of
doubt
.
I
must
have
been
pretty
desperate
too
,
for
,
without
loss
of
time
,
after
a
few
indifferent
and
friendly
sentences
which
he
answered
with
languid
readiness
,
just
as
any
decent
sick
man
would
do
,
I
produced
the
word
Patna
wrapped
up
in
a
delicate
question
as
in
a
wisp
of
floss
silk
.
I
was
delicate
selfishly
;
I
did
not
want
to
startle
him
;
I
had
no
solicitude
for
him
;
I
was
not
furious
with
him
and
sorry
for
him
:
his
experience
was
of
no
importance
,
his
redemption
would
have
had
no
point
for
me
.
He
had
grown
old
in
minor
iniquities
,
and
could
no
longer
inspire
aversion
or
pity
.
He
repeated
Patna
?
interrogatively
,
seemed
to
make
a
short
effort
of
memory
,
and
said
:
"
Quite
right
.
I
am
an
old
stager
out
here
.
I
saw
her
go
down
.
"
I
made
ready
to
vent
my
indignation
at
such
a
stupid
lie
,
when
he
added
smoothly
,
"
She
was
full
of
reptiles
.
"
'
This
made
me
pause
.
What
did
he
mean
?
The
unsteady
phantom
of
terror
behind
his
glassy
eyes
seemed
to
stand
still
and
look
into
mine
wistfully
.
"
They
turned
me
out
of
my
bunk
in
the
middle
watch
to
look
at
her
sinking
,
"
he
pursued
in
a
reflective
tone
.
His
voice
sounded
alarmingly
strong
all
at
once
.
I
was
sorry
for
my
folly
.
There
was
no
snowy-winged
coif
of
a
nursing
sister
to
be
seen
flitting
in
the
perspective
of
the
ward
;
but
away
in
the
middle
of
a
long
row
of
empty
iron
bedsteads
an
accident
case
from
some
ship
in
the
Roads
sat
up
brown
and
gaunt
with
a
white
bandage
set
rakishly
on
the
forehead
.
Suddenly
my
interesting
invalid
shot
out
an
arm
thin
like
a
tentacle
and
clawed
my
shoulder
.
"
Only
my
eyes
were
good
enough
to
see
.
I
am
famous
for
my
eyesight
.
That
's
why
they
called
me
,
I
expect
.
None
of
them
was
quick
enough
to
see
her
go
,
but
they
saw
that
she
was
gone
right
enough
,
and
sang
out
together
--
like
this
.
"
...
A
wolfish
howl
searched
the
very
recesses
of
my
soul
.
"
Oh
!
make
'
im
dry
up
,
"
whined
the
accident
case
irritably
.
"
You
do
n't
believe
me
,
I
suppose
,
"
went
on
the
other
,
with
an
air
of
ineffable
conceit
.
"
I
tell
you
there
are
no
such
eyes
as
mine
this
side
of
the
Persian
Gulf
.
Look
under
the
bed
.
"
