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"'
It
is
not
I
or
the
world
who
remember
,
"
I
shouted
.
"
It
is
you
--
you
,
who
remember
.
"
'
He
did
not
flinch
,
and
went
on
with
heat
,
"
Forget
everything
,
everybody
,
everybody
.
"
...
His
voice
fell
...
"
But
you
,
"
he
added
.
"'
Yes
--
me
too
--
if
it
would
help
,
"
I
said
,
also
in
a
low
tone
.
After
this
we
remained
silent
and
languid
for
a
time
as
if
exhausted
.
Then
he
began
again
,
composedly
,
and
told
me
that
Mr.
Stein
had
instructed
him
to
wait
for
a
month
or
so
,
to
see
whether
it
was
possible
for
him
to
remain
,
before
he
began
building
a
new
house
for
himself
,
so
as
to
avoid
"
vain
expense
.
"
He
did
make
use
of
funny
expressions
--
Stein
did
.
"
Vain
expense
"
was
good
...
Remain
?
Why
!
of
course
.
He
would
hang
on
.
Let
him
only
get
in
--
that
's
all
;
he
would
answer
for
it
he
would
remain
.
Never
get
out
.
It
was
easy
enough
to
remain
.
"'
Do
n't
be
foolhardy
,
"
I
said
,
rendered
uneasy
by
his
threatening
tone
.
"
If
you
only
live
long
enough
you
will
want
to
come
back
.
"
"'
Come
back
to
what
?
"
he
asked
absently
,
with
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
face
of
a
clock
on
the
wall
.
'
I
was
silent
for
a
while
.
"
Is
it
to
be
never
,
then
?
"
I
said
.
"
Never
,
"
he
repeated
dreamily
without
looking
at
me
,
and
then
flew
into
sudden
activity
.
"
Jove
!
Two
o'clock
,
and
I
sail
at
four
!
"
'
It
was
true
.
A
brigantine
of
Stein
's
was
leaving
for
the
westward
that
afternoon
,
and
he
had
been
instructed
to
take
his
passage
in
her
,
only
no
orders
to
delay
the
sailing
had
been
given
.
I
suppose
Stein
forgot
.
He
made
a
rush
to
get
his
things
while
I
went
aboard
my
ship
,
where
he
promised
to
call
on
his
way
to
the
outer
roadstead
.
He
turned
up
accordingly
in
a
great
hurry
and
with
a
small
leather
valise
in
his
hand
.
This
would
n't
do
,
and
I
offered
him
an
old
tin
trunk
of
mine
supposed
to
be
water-tight
,
or
at
least
damp-tight
.
He
effected
the
transfer
by
the
simple
process
of
shooting
out
the
contents
of
his
valise
as
you
would
empty
a
sack
of
wheat
.
I
saw
three
books
in
the
tumble
;
two
small
,
in
dark
covers
,
and
a
thick
green-and-gold
volume
--
a
half-crown
complete
Shakespeare
.
"
You
read
this
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Yes
.
Best
thing
to
cheer
up
a
fellow
,
"
he
said
hastily
.
I
was
struck
by
this
appreciation
,
but
there
was
no
time
for
Shakespearian
talk
.
A
heavy
revolver
and
two
small
boxes
of
cartridges
were
lying
on
the
cuddy-table
.
"
Pray
take
this
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
may
help
you
to
remain
.
"
No
sooner
were
these
words
out
of
my
mouth
than
I
perceived
what
grim
meaning
they
could
bear
.
"
May
help
you
to
get
in
,
"
I
corrected
myself
remorsefully
.
He
however
was
not
troubled
by
obscure
meanings
;
he
thanked
me
effusively
and
bolted
out
,
calling
Good-bye
over
his
shoulder
.
I
heard
his
voice
through
the
ship
's
side
urging
his
boatmen
to
give
way
,
and
looking
out
of
the
stern-port
I
saw
the
boat
rounding
under
the
counter
.
He
sat
in
her
leaning
forward
,
exciting
his
men
with
voice
and
gestures
;
and
as
he
had
kept
the
revolver
in
his
hand
and
seemed
to
be
presenting
it
at
their
heads
,
I
shall
never
forget
the
scared
faces
of
the
four
Javanese
,
and
the
frantic
swing
of
their
stroke
which
snatched
that
vision
from
under
my
eyes
.
Then
turning
away
,
the
first
thing
I
saw
were
the
two
boxes
of
cartridges
on
the
cuddy-table
.
He
had
forgotten
to
take
them
.
'
I
ordered
my
gig
manned
at
once
;
but
Jim
's
rowers
,
under
the
impression
that
their
lives
hung
on
a
thread
while
they
had
that
madman
in
the
boat
,
made
such
excellent
time
that
before
I
had
traversed
half
the
distance
between
the
two
vessels
I
caught
sight
of
him
clambering
over
the
rail
,
and
of
his
box
being
passed
up
.
All
the
brigantine
's
canvas
was
loose
,
her
mainsail
was
set
,
and
the
windlass
was
just
beginning
to
clink
as
I
stepped
upon
her
deck
:
her
master
,
a
dapper
little
half-caste
of
forty
or
so
,
in
a
blue
flannel
suit
,
with
lively
eyes
,
his
round
face
the
colour
of
lemon-peel
,
and
with
a
thin
little
black
moustache
drooping
on
each
side
of
his
thick
,
dark
lips
,
came
forward
smirking
.
He
turned
out
,
notwithstanding
his
self-satisfied
and
cheery
exterior
,
to
be
of
a
careworn
temperament
.
In
answer
to
a
remark
of
mine
(
while
Jim
had
gone
below
for
a
moment
)
he
said
,
"
Oh
yes
.
Patusan
.
"
He
was
going
to
carry
the
gentleman
to
the
mouth
of
the
river
,
but
would
"
never
ascend
.
"
His
flowing
English
seemed
to
be
derived
from
a
dictionary
compiled
by
a
lunatic
.
Had
Mr.
Stein
desired
him
to
"
ascend
,
"
he
would
have
"
reverentially
"
--
(
I
think
he
wanted
to
say
respectfully
--
but
devil
only
knows
)
--
"
reverentially
made
objects
for
the
safety
of
properties
.
"
If
disregarded
,
he
would
have
presented
"
resignation
to
quit
.
"
Twelve
months
ago
he
had
made
his
last
voyage
there
,
and
though
Mr.
Cornelius
"
propitiated
many
offertories
"
to
Mr.
Rajah
Allang
and
the
"
principal
populations
,
"
on
conditions
which
made
the
trade
"
a
snare
and
ashes
in
the
mouth
,
"
yet
his
ship
had
been
fired
upon
from
the
woods
by
"
irresponsive
parties
"
all
the
way
down
the
river
;
which
causing
his
crew
"
from
exposure
to
limb
to
remain
silent
in
hidings
,
"
the
brigantine
was
nearly
stranded
on
a
sandbank
at
the
bar
,
where
she
"
would
have
been
perishable
beyond
the
act
of
man
.
"
The
angry
disgust
at
the
recollection
,
the
pride
of
his
fluency
,
to
which
he
turned
an
attentive
ear
,
struggled
for
the
possession
of
his
broad
simple
face
.
He
scowled
and
beamed
at
me
,
and
watched
with
satisfaction
the
undeniable
effect
of
his
phraseology
.
Dark
frowns
ran
swiftly
over
the
placid
sea
,
and
the
brigantine
,
with
her
fore-topsail
to
the
mast
and
her
main-boom
amidships
,
seemed
bewildered
amongst
the
cat
's
-
paws
.
