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As
soon
as
my
eyes
fell
on
it
something
struck
me
,
and
I
knew
,
sir
.
My
legs
got
soft
under
me
.
It
was
as
if
I
had
seen
him
go
over
;
and
I
could
tell
how
far
behind
he
was
left
too
.
The
taffrail-log
marked
eighteen
miles
and
three-quarters
,
and
four
iron
belaying-pins
were
missing
round
the
mainmast
.
Put
them
in
his
pockets
to
help
him
down
,
I
suppose
;
but
,
Lord
!
what
's
four
iron
pins
to
a
powerful
man
like
Captain
Brierly
.
Maybe
his
confidence
in
himself
was
just
shook
a
bit
at
the
last
.
That
's
the
only
sign
of
fluster
he
gave
in
his
whole
life
,
I
should
think
;
but
I
am
ready
to
answer
for
him
,
that
once
over
he
did
not
try
to
swim
a
stroke
,
the
same
as
he
would
have
had
pluck
enough
to
keep
up
all
day
long
on
the
bare
chance
had
he
fallen
overboard
accidentally
.
Yes
,
sir
.
He
was
second
to
none
--
if
he
said
so
himself
,
as
I
heard
him
once
.
He
had
written
two
letters
in
the
middle
watch
,
one
to
the
Company
and
the
other
to
me
.
He
gave
me
a
lot
of
instructions
as
to
the
passage
--
I
had
been
in
the
trade
before
he
was
out
of
his
time
--
and
no
end
of
hints
as
to
my
conduct
with
our
people
in
Shanghai
,
so
that
I
should
keep
the
command
of
the
Ossa
.
He
wrote
like
a
father
would
to
a
favourite
son
,
Captain
Marlow
,
and
I
was
five-and-twenty
years
his
senior
and
had
tasted
salt
water
before
he
was
fairly
breeched
.
In
his
letter
to
the
owners
--
it
was
left
open
for
me
to
see
--
he
said
that
he
had
always
done
his
duty
by
them
--
up
to
that
moment
--
and
even
now
he
was
not
betraying
their
confidence
,
since
he
was
leaving
the
ship
to
as
competent
a
seaman
as
could
be
found
--
meaning
me
,
sir
,
meaning
me
!
He
told
them
that
if
the
last
act
of
his
life
did
n't
take
away
all
his
credit
with
them
,
they
would
give
weight
to
my
faithful
service
and
to
his
warm
recommendation
,
when
about
to
fill
the
vacancy
made
by
his
death
.
And
much
more
like
this
,
sir
.
I
could
n't
believe
my
eyes
.
It
made
me
feel
queer
all
over
,
"
went
on
the
old
chap
,
in
great
perturbation
,
and
squashing
something
in
the
corner
of
his
eye
with
the
end
of
a
thumb
as
broad
as
a
spatula
.
"
You
would
think
,
sir
,
he
had
jumped
overboard
only
to
give
an
unlucky
man
a
last
show
to
get
on
.
What
with
the
shock
of
him
going
in
this
awful
rash
way
,
and
thinking
myself
a
made
man
by
that
chance
,
I
was
nearly
off
my
chump
for
a
week
.
But
no
fear
.
The
captain
of
the
Pelion
was
shifted
into
the
Ossa
--
came
aboard
in
Shanghai
--
a
little
popinjay
,
sir
,
in
a
grey
check
suit
,
with
his
hair
parted
in
the
middle
.
'
Aw
--
I
am
--
aw
--
your
new
captain
,
Mister
--
Mister
--
aw
--
Jones
.
'
He
was
drowned
in
scent
--
fairly
stunk
with
it
,
Captain
Marlow
.
I
dare
say
it
was
the
look
I
gave
him
that
made
him
stammer
.
He
mumbled
something
about
my
natural
disappointment
--
I
had
better
know
at
once
that
his
chief
officer
got
the
promotion
to
the
Pelion
--
he
had
nothing
to
do
with
it
,
of
course
--
supposed
the
office
knew
best
--
sorry
...
Says
I
,
'
Do
n't
you
mind
old
Jones
,
sir
;
dam
'
his
soul
,
he
's
used
to
it
.
'
I
could
see
directly
I
had
shocked
his
delicate
ear
,
and
while
we
sat
at
our
first
tiffin
together
he
began
to
find
fault
in
a
nasty
manner
with
this
and
that
in
the
ship
.
I
never
heard
such
a
voice
out
of
a
Punch
and
Judy
show
.
I
set
my
teeth
hard
,
and
glued
my
eyes
to
my
plate
,
and
held
my
peace
as
long
as
I
could
;
but
at
last
I
had
to
say
something
.
Up
he
jumps
tiptoeing
,
ruffling
all
his
pretty
plumes
,
like
a
little
fighting-cock
.
'
You
'll
find
you
have
a
different
person
to
deal
with
than
the
late
Captain
Brierly
.
'
'
I
've
found
it
,
'
says
I
,
very
glum
,
but
pretending
to
be
mighty
busy
with
my
steak
.
'
You
are
an
old
ruffian
,
Mister
--
aw
--
Jones
;
and
what
's
more
,
you
are
known
for
an
old
ruffian
in
the
employ
,
'
he
squeaks
at
me
.
The
damned
bottle-washers
stood
about
listening
with
their
mouths
stretched
from
ear
to
ear
.
'
I
may
be
a
hard
case
,
'
answers
I
,
'
but
I
ai
n't
so
far
gone
as
to
put
up
with
the
sight
of
you
sitting
in
Captain
Brierly
's
chair
.
'
With
that
I
lay
down
my
knife
and
fork
.
'
You
would
like
to
sit
in
it
yourself
--
that
's
where
the
shoe
pinches
,
'
he
sneers
.
I
left
the
saloon
,
got
my
rags
together
,
and
was
on
the
quay
with
all
my
dunnage
about
my
feet
before
the
stevedores
had
turned
to
again
.
Yes
.
Adrift
--
on
shore
--
after
ten
years
'
service
--
and
with
a
poor
woman
and
four
children
six
thousand
miles
off
depending
on
my
half-pay
for
every
mouthful
they
ate
.
Yes
,
sir
!
I
chucked
it
rather
than
hear
Captain
Brierly
abused
.
He
left
me
his
night-glasses
--
here
they
are
;
and
he
wished
me
to
take
care
of
the
dog
--
here
he
is
.
Hallo
,
Rover
,
poor
boy
.
Where
's
the
captain
,
Rover
?
"
The
dog
looked
up
at
us
with
mournful
yellow
eyes
,
gave
one
desolate
bark
,
and
crept
under
the
table
.
'
All
this
was
taking
place
,
more
than
two
years
afterwards
,
on
board
that
nautical
ruin
the
Fire-Queen
this
Jones
had
got
charge
of
--
quite
by
a
funny
accident
,
too
--
from
Matherson
--
mad
Matherson
they
generally
called
him
--
the
same
who
used
to
hang
out
in
Hai-phong
,
you
know
,
before
the
occupation
days
.
The
old
chap
snuffled
on
--
"'
Ay
,
sir
,
Captain
Brierly
will
be
remembered
here
,
if
there
's
no
other
place
on
earth
.
I
wrote
fully
to
his
father
and
did
not
get
a
word
in
reply
--
neither
Thank
you
,
nor
Go
to
the
devil
!
--
nothing
!
Perhaps
they
did
not
want
to
know
.
"
'
The
sight
of
that
watery-eyed
old
Jones
mopping
his
bald
head
with
a
red
cotton
handkerchief
,
the
sorrowing
yelp
of
the
dog
,
the
squalor
of
that
fly-blown
cuddy
which
was
the
only
shrine
of
his
memory
,
threw
a
veil
of
inexpressibly
mean
pathos
over
Brierly
's
remembered
figure
,
the
posthumous
revenge
of
fate
for
that
belief
in
his
own
splendour
which
had
almost
cheated
his
life
of
its
legitimate
terrors
.
Almost
!
Perhaps
wholly
.
Who
can
tell
what
flattering
view
he
had
induced
himself
to
take
of
his
own
suicide
?
"'
Why
did
he
commit
the
rash
act
,
Captain
Marlow
--
can
you
think
?
"
asked
Jones
,
pressing
his
palms
together
.
"
Why
?
It
beats
me
!
Why
?
"
He
slapped
his
low
and
wrinkled
forehead
.
"
If
he
had
been
poor
and
old
and
in
debt
--
and
never
a
show
--
or
else
mad
.
But
he
was
n't
of
the
kind
that
goes
mad
,
not
he
.
You
trust
me
.
What
a
mate
do
n't
know
about
his
skipper
is
n't
worth
knowing
.
Young
,
healthy
,
well
off
,
no
cares
...
I
sit
here
sometimes
thinking
,
thinking
,
till
my
head
fairly
begins
to
buzz
.
There
was
some
reason
.
"
