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"
It
is
unfortunate
you
did
n't
know
beforehand
!
"
I
said
with
every
unkind
intention
;
but
the
perfidious
shaft
fell
harmless
--
dropped
at
his
feet
like
a
spent
arrow
,
as
it
were
,
and
he
did
not
think
of
picking
it
up
.
Perhaps
he
had
not
even
seen
it
.
Presently
,
lolling
at
ease
,
he
said
,
"
Dash
it
all
!
I
tell
you
it
bulged
.
I
was
holding
up
my
lamp
along
the
angle-iron
in
the
lower
deck
when
a
flake
of
rust
as
big
as
the
palm
of
my
hand
fell
off
the
plate
,
all
of
itself
.
"
He
passed
his
hand
over
his
forehead
.
"
The
thing
stirred
and
jumped
off
like
something
alive
while
I
was
looking
at
it
.
"
"
That
made
you
feel
pretty
bad
,
"
I
observed
casually
.
"
Do
you
suppose
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
I
was
thinking
of
myself
,
with
a
hundred
and
sixty
people
at
my
back
,
all
fast
asleep
in
that
fore
-
'
tween-deck
alone
--
and
more
of
them
aft
;
more
on
the
deck
--
sleeping
--
knowing
nothing
about
it
--
three
times
as
many
as
there
were
boats
for
,
even
if
there
had
been
time
?
I
expected
to
see
the
iron
open
out
as
I
stood
there
and
the
rush
of
water
going
over
them
as
they
lay
...
What
could
I
do
--
what
?
"
'
I
can
easily
picture
him
to
myself
in
the
peopled
gloom
of
the
cavernous
place
,
with
the
light
of
the
globe-lamp
falling
on
a
small
portion
of
the
bulkhead
that
had
the
weight
of
the
ocean
on
the
other
side
,
and
the
breathing
of
unconscious
sleepers
in
his
ears
.
I
can
see
him
glaring
at
the
iron
,
startled
by
the
falling
rust
,
overburdened
by
the
knowledge
of
an
imminent
death
.
This
,
I
gathered
,
was
the
second
time
he
had
been
sent
forward
by
that
skipper
of
his
,
who
,
I
rather
think
,
wanted
to
keep
him
away
from
the
bridge
.
He
told
me
that
his
first
impulse
was
to
shout
and
straightway
make
all
those
people
leap
out
of
sleep
into
terror
;
but
such
an
overwhelming
sense
of
his
helplessness
came
over
him
that
he
was
not
able
to
produce
a
sound
.
This
is
,
I
suppose
,
what
people
mean
by
the
tongue
cleaving
to
the
roof
of
the
mouth
.
"
Too
dry
,
"
was
the
concise
expression
he
used
in
reference
to
this
state
.
Without
a
sound
,
then
,
he
scrambled
out
on
deck
through
the
number
one
hatch
.
A
windsail
rigged
down
there
swung
against
him
accidentally
,
and
he
remembered
that
the
light
touch
of
the
canvas
on
his
face
nearly
knocked
him
off
the
hatchway
ladder
.
'
He
confessed
that
his
knees
wobbled
a
good
deal
as
he
stood
on
the
foredeck
looking
at
another
sleeping
crowd
.
The
engines
having
been
stopped
by
that
time
,
the
steam
was
blowing
off
.
Its
deep
rumble
made
the
whole
night
vibrate
like
a
bass
string
.
The
ship
trembled
to
it
.
'
He
saw
here
and
there
a
head
lifted
off
a
mat
,
a
vague
form
uprise
in
sitting
posture
,
listen
sleepily
for
a
moment
,
sink
down
again
into
the
billowy
confusion
of
boxes
,
steam-winches
,
ventilators
.
He
was
aware
all
these
people
did
not
know
enough
to
take
intelligent
notice
of
that
strange
noise
.
The
ship
of
iron
,
the
men
with
white
faces
,
all
the
sights
,
all
the
sounds
,
everything
on
board
to
that
ignorant
and
pious
multitude
was
strange
alike
,
and
as
trustworthy
as
it
would
for
ever
remain
incomprehensible
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
the
fact
was
fortunate
.
The
idea
of
it
was
simply
terrible
.
'
You
must
remember
he
believed
,
as
any
other
man
would
have
done
in
his
place
,
that
the
ship
would
go
down
at
any
moment
;
the
bulging
,
rust-eaten
plates
that
kept
back
the
ocean
,
fatally
must
give
way
,
all
at
once
like
an
undermined
dam
,
and
let
in
a
sudden
and
overwhelming
flood
.
He
stood
still
looking
at
these
recumbent
bodies
,
a
doomed
man
aware
of
his
fate
,
surveying
the
silent
company
of
the
dead
.
They
were
dead
!
Nothing
could
save
them
!
There
were
boats
enough
for
half
of
them
perhaps
,
but
there
was
no
time
.
No
time
!
No
time
!
It
did
not
seem
worth
while
to
open
his
lips
,
to
stir
hand
or
foot
.
Before
he
could
shout
three
words
,
or
make
three
steps
,
he
would
be
floundering
in
a
sea
whitened
awfully
by
the
desperate
struggles
of
human
beings
,
clamorous
with
the
distress
of
cries
for
help
.
There
was
no
help
.
He
imagined
what
would
happen
perfectly
;
he
went
through
it
all
motionless
by
the
hatchway
with
the
lamp
in
his
hand
--
he
went
through
it
to
the
very
last
harrowing
detail
.
I
think
he
went
through
it
again
while
he
was
telling
me
these
things
he
could
not
tell
the
court
.
"'
I
saw
as
clearly
as
I
see
you
now
that
there
was
nothing
I
could
do
.
It
seemed
to
take
all
life
out
of
my
limbs
.
I
thought
I
might
just
as
well
stand
where
I
was
and
wait
.
I
did
not
think
I
had
many
seconds
...
"
Suddenly
the
steam
ceased
blowing
off
.
The
noise
,
he
remarked
,
had
been
distracting
,
but
the
silence
at
once
became
intolerably
oppressive
.
"'
I
thought
I
would
choke
before
I
got
drowned
,
"
he
said
.
