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The
light
of
the
lamp
he
carried
in
his
right
hand
fell
upon
an
upturned
dark
face
whose
eyes
entreated
him
together
with
the
voice
.
He
had
picked
up
enough
of
the
language
to
understand
the
word
water
repeated
several
times
in
a
tone
of
insistence
,
of
prayer
,
almost
of
despair
.
He
gave
a
jerk
to
get
away
,
and
felt
an
arm
embrace
his
leg
.
"'
The
beggar
clung
to
me
like
a
drowning
man
,
"
he
said
impressively
.
"
Water
,
water
!
What
water
did
he
mean
?
What
did
he
know
?
As
calmly
as
I
could
I
ordered
him
to
let
go
.
He
was
stopping
me
,
time
was
pressing
,
other
men
began
to
stir
;
I
wanted
time
--
time
to
cut
the
boats
adrift
.
He
got
hold
of
my
hand
now
,
and
I
felt
that
he
would
begin
to
shout
.
It
flashed
upon
me
it
was
enough
to
start
a
panic
,
and
I
hauled
off
with
my
free
arm
and
slung
the
lamp
in
his
face
.
The
glass
jingled
,
the
light
went
out
,
but
the
blow
made
him
let
go
,
and
I
ran
off
--
I
wanted
to
get
at
the
boats
;
I
wanted
to
get
at
the
boats
.
He
leaped
after
me
from
behind
.
I
turned
on
him
.
He
would
not
keep
quiet
;
he
tried
to
shout
;
I
had
half
throttled
him
before
I
made
out
what
he
wanted
.
He
wanted
some
water
--
water
to
drink
;
they
were
on
strict
allowance
,
you
know
,
and
he
had
with
him
a
young
boy
I
had
noticed
several
times
.
His
child
was
sick
--
and
thirsty
.
He
had
caught
sight
of
me
as
I
passed
by
,
and
was
begging
for
a
little
water
.
That
's
all
.
We
were
under
the
bridge
,
in
the
dark
.
He
kept
on
snatching
at
my
wrists
;
there
was
no
getting
rid
of
him
.
I
dashed
into
my
berth
,
grabbed
my
water-bottle
,
and
thrust
it
into
his
hands
.
He
vanished
.
I
did
n't
find
out
till
then
how
much
I
was
in
want
of
a
drink
myself
.
"
He
leaned
on
one
elbow
with
a
hand
over
his
eyes
.
'
I
felt
a
creepy
sensation
all
down
my
backbone
;
there
was
something
peculiar
in
all
this
.
The
fingers
of
the
hand
that
shaded
his
brow
trembled
slightly
.
He
broke
the
short
silence
.
"'
These
things
happen
only
once
to
a
man
and
...
Ah
!
well
!
When
I
got
on
the
bridge
at
last
the
beggars
were
getting
one
of
the
boats
off
the
chocks
.
A
boat
!
I
was
running
up
the
ladder
when
a
heavy
blow
fell
on
my
shoulder
,
just
missing
my
head
.
It
did
n't
stop
me
,
and
the
chief
engineer
--
they
had
got
him
out
of
his
bunk
by
then
--
raised
the
boat-stretcher
again
.
Somehow
I
had
no
mind
to
be
surprised
at
anything
.
All
this
seemed
natural
--
and
awful
--
and
awful
.
I
dodged
that
miserable
maniac
,
lifted
him
off
the
deck
as
though
he
had
been
a
little
child
,
and
he
started
whispering
in
my
arms
:
'
Do
n't
!
do
n't
!
I
thought
you
were
one
of
them
niggers
.
'
I
flung
him
away
,
he
skidded
along
the
bridge
and
knocked
the
legs
from
under
the
little
chap
--
the
second
.
The
skipper
,
busy
about
the
boat
,
looked
round
and
came
at
me
head
down
,
growling
like
a
wild
beast
.
I
flinched
no
more
than
a
stone
.
I
was
as
solid
standing
there
as
this
,
"
he
tapped
lightly
with
his
knuckles
the
wall
beside
his
chair
.
"
It
was
as
though
I
had
heard
it
all
,
seen
it
all
,
gone
through
it
all
twenty
times
already
.
I
was
n't
afraid
of
them
.
I
drew
back
my
fist
and
he
stopped
short
,
muttering
--
'"
'
Ah
!
it
's
you
.
Lend
a
hand
quick
.
'
"'
That
's
what
he
said
.
Quick
!
As
if
anybody
could
be
quick
enough
.
'
Are
n't
you
going
to
do
something
?
'
I
asked
.
'
Yes
.
Clear
out
,
'
he
snarled
over
his
shoulder
.
"'
I
do
n't
think
I
understood
then
what
he
meant
.
The
other
two
had
picked
themselves
up
by
that
time
,
and
they
rushed
together
to
the
boat
.
They
tramped
,
they
wheezed
,
they
shoved
,
they
cursed
the
boat
,
the
ship
,
each
other
--
cursed
me
.
All
in
mutters
.
I
did
n't
move
,
I
did
n't
speak
.
I
watched
the
slant
of
the
ship
.
She
was
as
still
as
if
landed
on
the
blocks
in
a
dry
dock
--
only
she
was
like
this
,
"
He
held
up
his
hand
,
palm
under
,
the
tips
of
the
fingers
inclined
downwards
.
"
Like
this
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
I
could
see
the
line
of
the
horizon
before
me
,
as
clear
as
a
bell
,
above
her
stem-head
;
I
could
see
the
water
far
off
there
black
and
sparkling
,
and
still
--
still
as
a-pond
,
deadly
still
,
more
still
than
ever
sea
was
before
--
more
still
than
I
could
bear
to
look
at
.
Have
you
watched
a
ship
floating
head
down
,
checked
in
sinking
by
a
sheet
of
old
iron
too
rotten
to
stand
being
shored
up
?
Have
you
?
Oh
yes
,
shored
up
?
I
thought
of
that
--
I
thought
of
every
mortal
thing
;
but
can
you
shore
up
a
bulkhead
in
five
minutes
--
or
in
fifty
for
that
matter
?
Where
was
I
going
to
get
men
that
would
go
down
below
?
And
the
timber
--
the
timber
!
Would
you
have
had
the
courage
to
swing
the
maul
for
the
first
blow
if
you
had
seen
that
bulkhead
?
Do
n't
say
you
would
:
you
had
not
seen
it
;
nobody
would
.
Hang
it
--
to
do
a
thing
like
that
you
must
believe
there
is
a
chance
,
one
in
a
thousand
,
at
least
,
some
ghost
of
a
chance
;
and
you
would
not
have
believed
.
Nobody
would
have
believed
.
You
think
me
a
cur
for
standing
there
,
but
what
would
you
have
done
?
What
!
You
ca
n't
tell
--
nobody
can
tell
.
One
must
have
time
to
turn
round
.
What
would
you
have
me
do
?
Where
was
the
kindness
in
making
crazy
with
fright
all
those
people
I
could
not
save
single-handed
--
that
nothing
could
save
?
Look
here
!
As
true
as
I
sit
on
this
chair
before
you
...
"
