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"'
It
was
black
,
black
,
"
pursued
Jim
with
moody
steadiness
.
"
It
had
sneaked
upon
us
from
behind
.
The
infernal
thing
!
I
suppose
there
had
been
at
the
back
of
my
head
some
hope
yet
.
I
do
n't
know
.
But
that
was
all
over
anyhow
.
It
maddened
me
to
see
myself
caught
like
this
.
I
was
angry
,
as
though
I
had
been
trapped
.
I
was
trapped
!
The
night
was
hot
,
too
,
I
remember
.
Not
a
breath
of
air
.
"
'
He
remembered
so
well
that
,
gasping
in
the
chair
,
he
seemed
to
sweat
and
choke
before
my
eyes
.
No
doubt
it
maddened
him
;
it
knocked
him
over
afresh
--
in
a
manner
of
speaking
--
but
it
made
him
also
remember
that
important
purpose
which
had
sent
him
rushing
on
that
bridge
only
to
slip
clean
out
of
his
mind
.
He
had
intended
to
cut
the
lifeboats
clear
of
the
ship
.
He
whipped
out
his
knife
and
went
to
work
slashing
as
though
he
had
seen
nothing
,
had
heard
nothing
,
had
known
of
no
one
on
board
.
They
thought
him
hopelessly
wrong-headed
and
crazy
,
but
dared
not
protest
noisily
against
this
useless
loss
of
time
.
When
he
had
done
he
returned
to
the
very
same
spot
from
which
he
had
started
.
The
chief
was
there
,
ready
with
a
clutch
at
him
to
whisper
close
to
his
head
,
scathingly
,
as
though
he
wanted
to
bite
his
ear
--
"'
You
silly
fool
!
do
you
think
you
'll
get
the
ghost
of
a
show
when
all
that
lot
of
brutes
is
in
the
water
?
Why
,
they
will
batter
your
head
for
you
from
these
boats
.
"
'
He
wrung
his
hands
,
ignored
,
at
Jim
's
elbow
.
The
skipper
kept
up
a
nervous
shuffle
in
one
place
and
mumbled
,
"
Hammer
!
hammer
!
Mein
Gott
!
Get
a
hammer
.
"
'
The
little
engineer
whimpered
like
a
child
,
but
,
broken
arm
and
all
,
he
turned
out
the
least
craven
of
the
lot
as
it
seems
,
and
,
actually
,
mustered
enough
pluck
to
run
an
errand
to
the
engine-room
.
No
trifle
,
it
must
be
owned
in
fairness
to
him
.
Jim
told
me
he
darted
desperate
looks
like
a
cornered
man
,
gave
one
low
wail
,
and
dashed
off
.
He
was
back
instantly
clambering
,
hammer
in
hand
,
and
without
a
pause
flung
himself
at
the
bolt
.
The
others
gave
up
Jim
at
once
and
ran
off
to
assist
.
He
heard
the
tap
,
tap
of
the
hammer
,
the
sound
of
the
released
chock
falling
over
.
The
boat
was
clear
.
Only
then
he
turned
to
look
--
only
then
.
But
he
kept
his
distance
--
he
kept
his
distance
.
He
wanted
me
to
know
he
had
kept
his
distance
;
that
there
was
nothing
in
common
between
him
and
these
men
--
who
had
the
hammer
.
Nothing
whatever
.
It
is
more
than
probable
he
thought
himself
cut
off
from
them
by
a
space
that
could
not
be
traversed
,
by
an
obstacle
that
could
not
be
overcome
,
by
a
chasm
without
bottom
.
He
was
as
far
as
he
could
get
from
them
--
the
whole
breadth
of
the
ship
.
'
His
feet
were
glued
to
that
remote
spot
and
his
eyes
to
their
indistinct
group
bowed
together
and
swaying
strangely
in
the
common
torment
of
fear
.
A
hand-lamp
lashed
to
a
stanchion
above
a
little
table
rigged
up
on
the
bridge
--
the
Patna
had
no
chart-room
amidships
--
threw
a
light
on
their
labouring
shoulders
,
on
their
arched
and
bobbing
backs
.
They
pushed
at
the
bow
of
the
boat
;
they
pushed
out
into
the
night
;
they
pushed
,
and
would
no
more
look
back
at
him
.
They
had
given
him
up
as
if
indeed
he
had
been
too
far
,
too
hopelessly
separated
from
themselves
,
to
be
worth
an
appealing
word
,
a
glance
,
or
a
sign
.
They
had
no
leisure
to
look
back
upon
his
passive
heroism
,
to
feel
the
sting
of
his
abstention
.
The
boat
was
heavy
;
they
pushed
at
the
bow
with
no
breath
to
spare
for
an
encouraging
word
:
but
the
turmoil
of
terror
that
had
scattered
their
self-command
like
chaff
before
the
wind
,
converted
their
desperate
exertions
into
a
bit
of
fooling
,
upon
my
word
,
fit
for
knockabout
clowns
in
a
farce
.
They
pushed
with
their
hands
,
with
their
heads
,
they
pushed
for
dear
life
with
all
the
weight
of
their
bodies
,
they
pushed
with
all
the
might
of
their
souls
--
only
no
sooner
had
they
succeeded
in
canting
the
stem
clear
of
the
davit
than
they
would
leave
off
like
one
man
and
start
a
wild
scramble
into
her
.
As
a
natural
consequence
the
boat
would
swing
in
abruptly
,
driving
them
back
,
helpless
and
jostling
against
each
other
.
They
would
stand
nonplussed
for
a
while
,
exchanging
in
fierce
whispers
all
the
infamous
names
they
could
call
to
mind
,
and
go
at
it
again
.
Three
times
this
occurred
.
He
described
it
to
me
with
morose
thoughtfulness
.
He
had
n't
lost
a
single
movement
of
that
comic
business
.
"
I
loathed
them
.
I
hated
them
.
I
had
to
look
at
all
that
,
"
he
said
without
emphasis
,
turning
upon
me
a
sombrely
watchful
glance
.
"
Was
ever
there
any
one
so
shamefully
tried
?
"
'
He
took
his
head
in
his
hands
for
a
moment
,
like
a
man
driven
to
distraction
by
some
unspeakable
outrage
.
These
were
things
he
could
not
explain
to
the
court
--
and
not
even
to
me
;
but
I
would
have
been
little
fitted
for
the
reception
of
his
confidences
had
I
not
been
able
at
times
to
understand
the
pauses
between
the
words
.
