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'
He
got
up
,
shook
his
fist
,
glared
at
me
,
and
sat
down
.
282
"'
A
chance
missed
,
eh
?
"
I
murmured
.
283
"'
Why
do
n't
you
laugh
?
"
he
said
.
"
A
joke
hatched
in
hell
.
Weak
heart
!
...
I
wish
sometimes
mine
had
been
.
"
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284
'
This
irritated
me
.
"
Do
you
?
"
I
exclaimed
with
deep-rooted
irony
.
"
Yes
!
Ca
n't
you
understand
?
"
he
cried
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
more
you
could
wish
for
,
"
I
said
angrily
.
He
gave
me
an
utterly
uncomprehending
glance
.
This
shaft
had
also
gone
wide
of
the
mark
,
and
he
was
not
the
man
to
bother
about
stray
arrows
.
Upon
my
word
,
he
was
too
unsuspecting
;
he
was
not
fair
game
.
I
was
glad
that
my
missile
had
been
thrown
away
,
--
that
he
had
not
even
heard
the
twang
of
the
bow
.
285
'
Of
course
he
could
not
know
at
the
time
the
man
was
dead
.
The
next
minute
--
his
last
on
board
--
was
crowded
with
a
tumult
of
events
and
sensations
which
beat
about
him
like
the
sea
upon
a
rock
.
I
use
the
simile
advisedly
,
because
from
his
relation
I
am
forced
to
believe
he
had
preserved
through
it
all
a
strange
illusion
of
passiveness
,
as
though
he
had
not
acted
but
had
suffered
himself
to
be
handled
by
the
infernal
powers
who
had
selected
him
for
the
victim
of
their
practical
joke
.
286
The
first
thing
that
came
to
him
was
the
grinding
surge
of
the
heavy
davits
swinging
out
at
last
--
a
jar
which
seemed
to
enter
his
body
from
the
deck
through
the
soles
of
his
feet
,
and
travel
up
his
spine
to
the
crown
of
his
head
.
Then
,
the
squall
being
very
near
now
,
another
and
a
heavier
swell
lifted
the
passive
hull
in
a
threatening
heave
that
checked
his
breath
,
while
his
brain
and
his
heart
together
were
pierced
as
with
daggers
by
panic-stricken
screams
.
"
Let
go
!
For
God
's
sake
,
let
go
!
Let
go
!
She
's
going
.
"
Following
upon
that
the
boat-falls
ripped
through
the
blocks
,
and
a
lot
of
men
began
to
talk
in
startled
tones
under
the
awnings
.
"
When
these
beggars
did
break
out
,
their
yelps
were
enough
to
wake
the
dead
,
"
he
said
.
Next
,
after
the
splashing
shock
of
the
boat
literally
dropped
in
the
water
,
came
the
hollow
noises
of
stamping
and
tumbling
in
her
,
mingled
with
confused
shouts
:
"
Unhook
!
Unhook
!
Shove
!
Unhook
!
Shove
for
your
life
!
Here
's
the
squall
down
on
us
...
"
He
heard
,
high
above
his
head
,
the
faint
muttering
of
the
wind
;
he
heard
below
his
feet
a
cry
of
pain
.
A
lost
voice
alongside
started
cursing
a
swivel
hook
.
The
ship
began
to
buzz
fore
and
aft
like
a
disturbed
hive
,
and
,
as
quietly
as
he
was
telling
me
of
all
this
--
because
just
then
he
was
very
quiet
in
attitude
,
in
face
,
in
voice
--
he
went
on
to
say
without
the
slightest
warning
as
it
were
,
"
I
stumbled
over
his
legs
.
"
287
'
This
was
the
first
I
heard
of
his
having
moved
at
all
.
I
could
not
restrain
a
grunt
of
surprise
.
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288
Something
had
started
him
off
at
last
,
but
of
the
exact
moment
,
of
the
cause
that
tore
him
out
of
his
immobility
,
he
knew
no
more
than
the
uprooted
tree
knows
of
the
wind
that
laid
it
low
.
All
this
had
come
to
him
:
the
sounds
,
the
sights
,
the
legs
of
the
dead
man
--
by
Jove
!
The
infernal
joke
was
being
crammed
devilishly
down
his
throat
,
but
--
look
you
--
he
was
not
going
to
admit
of
any
sort
of
swallowing
motion
in
his
gullet
.
It
's
extraordinary
how
he
could
cast
upon
you
the
spirit
of
his
illusion
.
I
listened
as
if
to
a
tale
of
black
magic
at
work
upon
a
corpse
.
289
"'
He
went
over
sideways
,
very
gently
,
and
this
is
the
last
thing
I
remember
seeing
on
board
,
"
he
continued
.
"
I
did
not
care
what
he
did
.
It
looked
as
though
he
were
picking
himself
up
:
I
thought
he
was
picking
himself
up
,
of
course
:
I
expected
him
to
bolt
past
me
over
the
rail
and
drop
into
the
boat
after
the
others
.
I
could
hear
them
knocking
about
down
there
,
and
a
voice
as
if
crying
up
a
shaft
called
out
'
George
!
'
Then
three
voices
together
raised
a
yell
.
They
came
to
me
separately
:
one
bleated
,
another
screamed
,
one
howled
.
Ough
!
"
290
'
He
shivered
a
little
,
and
I
beheld
him
rise
slowly
as
if
a
steady
hand
from
above
had
been
pulling
him
out
of
the
chair
by
his
hair
.
Up
,
slowly
--
to
his
full
height
,
and
when
his
knees
had
locked
stiff
the
hand
let
him
go
,
and
he
swayed
a
little
on
his
feet
.