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'
He
assumed
an
air
of
indifference
.
"'
I
dare
say
I
am
less
calm
now
than
I
was
then
.
I
was
ready
for
anything
.
These
were
trifles
...
.
"
"'
You
had
a
lively
time
of
it
in
that
boat
,
"
I
remarked
"'
I
was
ready
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
After
the
ship
's
lights
had
gone
,
anything
might
have
happened
in
that
boat
--
anything
in
the
world
--
and
the
world
no
wiser
.
I
felt
this
,
and
I
was
pleased
.
It
was
just
dark
enough
too
.
We
were
like
men
walled
up
quick
in
a
roomy
grave
.
No
concern
with
anything
on
earth
.
Nobody
to
pass
an
opinion
.
Nothing
mattered
.
"
For
the
third
time
during
this
conversation
he
laughed
harshly
,
but
there
was
no
one
about
to
suspect
him
of
being
only
drunk
.
"
No
fear
,
no
law
,
no
sounds
,
no
eyes
--
not
even
our
own
,
till
--
till
sunrise
at
least
.
"
'
I
was
struck
by
the
suggestive
truth
of
his
words
.
There
is
something
peculiar
in
a
small
boat
upon
the
wide
sea
.
Over
the
lives
borne
from
under
the
shadow
of
death
there
seems
to
fall
the
shadow
of
madness
.
When
your
ship
fails
you
,
your
whole
world
seems
to
fail
you
;
the
world
that
made
you
,
restrained
you
,
took
care
of
you
.
It
is
as
if
the
souls
of
men
floating
on
an
abyss
and
in
touch
with
immensity
had
been
set
free
for
any
excess
of
heroism
,
absurdity
,
or
abomination
.
Of
course
,
as
with
belief
,
thought
,
love
,
hate
,
conviction
,
or
even
the
visual
aspect
of
material
things
,
there
are
as
many
shipwrecks
as
there
are
men
,
and
in
this
one
there
was
something
abject
which
made
the
isolation
more
complete
--
there
was
a
villainy
of
circumstances
that
cut
these
men
off
more
completely
from
the
rest
of
mankind
,
whose
ideal
of
conduct
had
never
undergone
the
trial
of
a
fiendish
and
appalling
joke
.
They
were
exasperated
with
him
for
being
a
half-hearted
shirker
:
he
focussed
on
them
his
hatred
of
the
whole
thing
;
he
would
have
liked
to
take
a
signal
revenge
for
the
abhorrent
opportunity
they
had
put
in
his
way
.
Trust
a
boat
on
the
high
seas
to
bring
out
the
Irrational
that
lurks
at
the
bottom
of
every
thought
,
sentiment
,
sensation
,
emotion
.
It
was
part
of
the
burlesque
meanness
pervading
that
particular
disaster
at
sea
that
they
did
not
come
to
blows
.
It
was
all
threats
,
all
a
terribly
effective
feint
,
a
sham
from
beginning
to
end
,
planned
by
the
tremendous
disdain
of
the
Dark
Powers
whose
real
terrors
,
always
on
the
verge
of
triumph
,
are
perpetually
foiled
by
the
steadfastness
of
men
.
I
asked
,
after
waiting
for
a
while
,
'
Well
,
what
happened
?
"
A
futile
question
.
I
knew
too
much
already
to
hope
for
the
grace
of
a
single
uplifting
touch
,
for
the
favour
of
hinted
madness
,
of
shadowed
horror
.
"
Nothing
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
meant
business
,
but
they
meant
noise
only
.
Nothing
happened
.
"
'
And
the
rising
sun
found
him
just
as
he
had
jumped
up
first
in
the
bows
of
the
boat
.
What
a
persistence
of
readiness
!
He
had
been
holding
the
tiller
in
his
hand
,
too
,
all
the
night
.
They
had
dropped
the
rudder
overboard
while
attempting
to
ship
it
,
and
I
suppose
the
tiller
got
kicked
forward
somehow
while
they
were
rushing
up
and
down
that
boat
trying
to
do
all
sorts
of
things
at
once
so
as
to
get
clear
of
the
side
.
It
was
a
long
heavy
piece
of
hard
wood
,
and
apparently
he
had
been
clutching
it
for
six
hours
or
so
.
If
you
do
n't
call
that
being
ready
!
Can
you
imagine
him
,
silent
and
on
his
feet
half
the
night
,
his
face
to
the
gusts
of
rain
,
staring
at
sombre
forms
watchful
of
vague
movements
,
straining
his
ears
to
catch
rare
low
murmurs
in
the
stern-sheets
!
Firmness
of
courage
or
effort
of
fear
?
What
do
you
think
?
And
the
endurance
is
undeniable
too
.
Six
hours
more
or
less
on
the
defensive
;
six
hours
of
alert
immobility
while
the
boat
drove
slowly
or
floated
arrested
,
according
to
the
caprice
of
the
wind
;
while
the
sea
,
calmed
,
slept
at
last
;
while
the
clouds
passed
above
his
head
;
while
the
sky
from
an
immensity
lustreless
and
black
,
diminished
to
a
sombre
and
lustrous
vault
,
scintillated
with
a
greater
brilliance
,
faded
to
the
east
,
paled
at
the
zenith
;
while
the
dark
shapes
blotting
the
low
stars
astern
got
outlines
,
relief
became
shoulders
,
heads
,
faces
,
features
,
--
confronted
him
with
dreary
stares
,
had
dishevelled
hair
,
torn
clothes
,
blinked
red
eyelids
at
the
white
dawn
.
"
They
looked
as
though
they
had
been
knocking
about
drunk
in
gutters
for
a
week
,
"
he
described
graphically
;
and
then
he
muttered
something
about
the
sunrise
being
of
a
kind
that
foretells
a
calm
day
.
You
know
that
sailor
habit
of
referring
to
the
weather
in
every
connection
.
And
on
my
side
his
few
mumbled
words
were
enough
to
make
me
see
the
lower
limb
of
the
sun
clearing
the
line
of
the
horizon
,
the
tremble
of
a
vast
ripple
running
over
all
the
visible
expanse
of
the
sea
,
as
if
the
waters
had
shuddered
,
giving
birth
to
the
globe
of
light
,
while
the
last
puff
of
the
breeze
would
stir
the
air
in
a
sigh
of
relief
.
"'
They
sat
in
the
stern
shoulder
to
shoulder
,
with
the
skipper
in
the
middle
,
like
three
dirty
owls
,
and
stared
at
me
,
"
I
heard
him
say
with
an
intention
of
hate
that
distilled
a
corrosive
virtue
into
the
commonplace
words
like
a
drop
of
powerful
poison
falling
into
a
glass
of
water
;
but
my
thoughts
dwelt
upon
that
sunrise
.
I
could
imagine
under
the
pellucid
emptiness
of
the
sky
these
four
men
imprisoned
in
the
solitude
of
the
sea
,
the
lonely
sun
,
regardless
of
the
speck
of
life
,
ascending
the
clear
curve
of
the
heaven
as
if
to
gaze
ardently
from
a
greater
height
at
his
own
splendour
reflected
in
the
still
ocean
.
"
They
called
out
to
me
from
aft
,
"
said
Jim
,
"
as
though
we
had
been
chums
together
.
I
heard
them
.
They
were
begging
me
to
be
sensible
and
drop
that
'
blooming
piece
of
wood
.
'
Why
would
I
carry
on
so
?
They
had
n't
done
me
any
harm
--
had
they
?
There
had
been
no
harm
...
