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There
was
a
suggestion
of
awful
stillness
in
his
face
,
in
his
movements
,
in
his
very
voice
when
he
said
"
They
shouted
"
--
and
involuntarily
I
pricked
up
my
ears
for
the
ghost
of
that
shout
that
would
be
heard
directly
through
the
false
effect
of
silence
.
"
There
were
eight
hundred
people
in
that
ship
,
"
he
said
,
impaling
me
to
the
back
of
my
seat
with
an
awful
blank
stare
.
"
Eight
hundred
living
people
,
and
they
were
yelling
after
the
one
dead
man
to
come
down
and
be
saved
.
'
Jump
,
George
!
Jump
!
Oh
,
jump
!
'
I
stood
by
with
my
hand
on
the
davit
.
I
was
very
quiet
.
It
had
come
over
pitch
dark
.
You
could
see
neither
sky
nor
sea
.
I
heard
the
boat
alongside
go
bump
,
bump
,
and
not
another
sound
down
there
for
a
while
,
but
the
ship
under
me
was
full
of
talking
noises
.
Suddenly
the
skipper
howled
'
Mein
Gott
!
The
squall
!
The
squall
!
Shove
off
!
'
With
the
first
hiss
of
rain
,
and
the
first
gust
of
wind
,
they
screamed
,
'
Jump
,
George
!
We
'll
catch
you
!
Jump
!
'
The
ship
began
a
slow
plunge
;
the
rain
swept
over
her
like
a
broken
sea
;
my
cap
flew
off
my
head
;
my
breath
was
driven
back
into
my
throat
.
I
heard
as
if
I
had
been
on
the
top
of
a
tower
another
wild
screech
,
'
Geo-o-o-orge
!
Oh
,
jump
!
'
She
was
going
down
,
down
,
head
first
under
me
...
"
'
He
raised
his
hand
deliberately
to
his
face
,
and
made
picking
motions
with
his
fingers
as
though
he
had
been
bothered
with
cob-webs
,
and
afterwards
he
looked
into
the
open
palm
for
quite
half
a
second
before
he
blurted
out
--
"'
I
had
jumped
.
.
"
He
checked
himself
,
averted
his
gaze
...
"
It
seems
,
"
he
added
.
'
His
clear
blue
eyes
turned
to
me
with
a
piteous
stare
,
and
looking
at
him
standing
before
me
,
dumfounded
and
hurt
,
I
was
oppressed
by
a
sad
sense
of
resigned
wisdom
,
mingled
with
the
amused
and
profound
pity
of
an
old
man
helpless
before
a
childish
disaster
.
"'
Looks
like
it
,
"
I
muttered
.
"'
I
knew
nothing
about
it
till
I
looked
up
,
"
he
explained
hastily
.
And
that
's
possible
too
.
You
had
to
listen
to
him
as
you
would
to
a
small
boy
in
trouble
.
He
did
n't
know
.
It
had
happened
somehow
.
It
would
never
happen
again
.
He
had
landed
partly
on
somebody
and
fallen
across
a
thwart
.
He
felt
as
though
all
his
ribs
on
his
left
side
must
be
broken
;
then
he
rolled
over
,
and
saw
vaguely
the
ship
he
had
deserted
uprising
above
him
,
with
the
red
side-light
glowing
large
in
the
rain
like
a
fire
on
the
brow
of
a
hill
seen
through
a
mist
.
"
She
seemed
higher
than
a
wall
;
she
loomed
like
a
cliff
over
the
boat
...
I
wished
I
could
die
,
"
he
cried
.
"
There
was
no
going
back
.
It
was
as
if
I
had
jumped
into
a
well
--
into
an
everlasting
deep
hole
...
"'
'
He
locked
his
fingers
together
and
tore
them
apart
.
Nothing
could
be
more
true
:
he
had
indeed
jumped
into
an
everlasting
deep
hole
.
He
had
tumbled
from
a
height
he
could
never
scale
again
.
By
that
time
the
boat
had
gone
driving
forward
past
the
bows
.
It
was
too
dark
just
then
for
them
to
see
each
other
,
and
,
moreover
,
they
were
blinded
and
half
drowned
with
rain
.
He
told
me
it
was
like
being
swept
by
a
flood
through
a
cavern
.
They
turned
their
backs
to
the
squall
;
the
skipper
,
it
seems
,
got
an
oar
over
the
stern
to
keep
the
boat
before
it
,
and
for
two
or
three
minutes
the
end
of
the
world
had
come
through
a
deluge
in
a
pitchy
blackness
.
The
sea
hissed
"
like
twenty
thousand
kettles
.
"
That
's
his
simile
,
not
mine
.
I
fancy
there
was
not
much
wind
after
the
first
gust
;
and
he
himself
had
admitted
at
the
inquiry
that
the
sea
never
got
up
that
night
to
any
extent
.
He
crouched
down
in
the
bows
and
stole
a
furtive
glance
back
.
He
saw
just
one
yellow
gleam
of
the
mast-head
light
high
up
and
blurred
like
a
last
star
ready
to
dissolve
.
"
It
terrified
me
to
see
it
still
there
,
"
he
said
.
That
's
what
he
said
.
What
terrified
him
was
the
thought
that
the
drowning
was
not
over
yet
.
No
doubt
he
wanted
to
be
done
with
that
abomination
as
quickly
as
possible
.
Nobody
in
the
boat
made
a
sound
.
In
the
dark
she
seemed
to
fly
,
but
of
course
she
could
not
have
had
much
way
.
Then
the
shower
swept
ahead
,
and
the
great
,
distracting
,
hissing
noise
followed
the
rain
into
distance
and
died
out
.
There
was
nothing
to
be
heard
then
but
the
slight
wash
about
the
boat
's
sides
.
Somebody
's
teeth
were
chattering
violently
.
A
hand
touched
his
back
.
A
faint
voice
said
,
"
You
there
?
"
Another
cried
out
shakily
,
"
She
's
gone
!
"
and
they
all
stood
up
together
to
look
astern
.
They
saw
no
lights
.
All
was
black
.
A
thin
cold
drizzle
was
driving
into
their
faces
.
The
boat
lurched
slightly
.
The
teeth
chattered
faster
,
stopped
,
and
began
again
twice
before
the
man
could
master
his
shiver
sufficiently
to
say
,
"
Ju-ju-st
in
ti-ti-me
...
Brrrr
.
"
He
recognised
the
voice
of
the
chief
engineer
saying
surlily
,
"
I
saw
her
go
down
.
I
happened
to
turn
my
head
.
"
The
wind
had
dropped
almost
completely
.
'
They
watched
in
the
dark
with
their
heads
half
turned
to
windward
as
if
expecting
to
hear
cries
.
At
first
he
was
thankful
the
night
had
covered
up
the
scene
before
his
eyes
,
and
then
to
know
of
it
and
yet
to
have
seen
and
heard
nothing
appeared
somehow
the
culminating
point
of
an
awful
misfortune
.
"
Strange
,
is
n't
it
?
"
he
murmured
,
interrupting
himself
in
his
disjointed
narrative
.
