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'
He
was
down
on
his
luck
--
as
he
told
me
himself
.
The
world
he
had
bullied
for
twenty
years
with
fierce
,
aggressive
disdain
,
had
yielded
him
nothing
in
the
way
of
material
advantage
except
a
small
bag
of
silver
dollars
,
which
was
concealed
in
his
cabin
so
that
"
the
devil
himself
could
n't
smell
it
out
.
"
And
that
was
all
--
absolutely
all
.
He
was
tired
of
his
life
,
and
not
afraid
of
death
.
But
this
man
,
who
would
stake
his
existence
on
a
whim
with
a
bitter
and
jeering
recklessness
,
stood
in
mortal
fear
of
imprisonment
.
He
had
an
unreasoning
cold-sweat
,
nerve-shaking
,
blood-to-water-turning
sort
of
horror
at
the
bare
possibility
of
being
locked
up
--
the
sort
of
terror
a
superstitious
man
would
feel
at
the
thought
ob
being
embraced
by
a
spectre
.
Therefore
the
civil
official
who
came
on
board
to
make
a
preliminary
investigation
into
the
capture
,
investigated
arduously
all
day
long
,
and
only
went
ashore
after
dark
,
muffled
up
in
a
cloak
,
and
taking
great
care
not
to
let
Brown
's
little
all
clink
in
its
bag
.
Afterwards
,
being
a
man
of
his
word
,
he
contrived
(
the
very
next
evening
,
I
believe
)
to
send
off
the
Government
cutter
on
some
urgent
bit
of
special
service
.
As
her
commander
could
not
spare
a
prize
crew
,
he
contented
himself
by
taking
away
before
he
left
all
the
sails
of
Brown
's
schooner
to
the
very
last
rag
,
and
took
good
care
to
tow
his
two
boats
on
to
the
beach
a
couple
of
miles
off
.
'
But
in
Brown
's
crew
there
was
a
Solomon
Islander
,
kidnapped
in
his
youth
and
devoted
to
Brown
,
who
was
the
best
man
of
the
whole
gang
.
That
fellow
swam
off
to
the
coaster
--
five
hundred
yards
or
so
--
with
the
end
of
a
warp
made
up
of
all
the
running
gear
unrove
for
the
purpose
.
The
water
was
smooth
,
and
the
bay
dark
,
"
like
the
inside
of
a
cow
,
"
as
Brown
described
it
.
The
Solomon
Islander
clambered
over
the
bulwarks
with
the
end
of
the
rope
in
his
teeth
.
The
crew
of
the
coaster
--
all
Tagals
--
were
ashore
having
a
jollification
in
the
native
village
.
The
two
shipkeepers
left
on
board
woke
up
suddenly
and
saw
the
devil
.
It
had
glittering
eyes
and
leaped
quick
as
lightning
about
the
deck
.
They
fell
on
their
knees
,
paralysed
with
fear
,
crossing
themselves
and
mumbling
prayers
.
With
a
long
knife
he
found
in
the
caboose
the
Solomon
Islander
,
without
interrupting
their
orisons
,
stabbed
first
one
,
then
the
other
;
with
the
same
knife
he
set
to
sawing
patiently
at
the
coir
table
till
suddenly
it
parted
under
the
blade
with
a
splash
.
Then
in
the
silence
of
the
bay
he
let
out
a
cautious
shout
,
and
Brown
's
gang
,
who
meantime
had
been
peering
and
straining
their
hopeful
ears
in
the
darkness
,
began
to
pull
gently
at
their
end
of
the
warp
.
In
less
than
five
minutes
the
two
schooners
came
together
with
a
slight
shock
and
a
creak
of
spars
.
'
Brown
's
crowd
transferred
themselves
without
losing
an
instant
,
taking
with
them
their
firearms
and
a
large
supply
of
ammunition
.
They
were
sixteen
in
all
:
two
runaway
blue-jackets
,
a
lanky
deserter
from
a
Yankee
man-of-war
,
a
couple
of
simple
,
blond
Scandinavians
,
a
mulatto
of
sorts
,
one
bland
Chinaman
who
cooked
--
and
the
rest
of
the
nondescript
spawn
of
the
South
Seas
.
None
of
them
cared
;
Brown
bent
them
to
his
will
,
and
Brown
,
indifferent
to
gallows
,
was
running
away
from
the
spectre
of
a
Spanish
prison
.
He
did
n't
give
them
the
time
to
trans-ship
enough
provisions
;
the
weather
was
calm
,
the
air
was
charged
with
dew
,
and
when
they
cast
off
the
ropes
and
set
sail
to
a
faint
off-shore
draught
there
was
no
flutter
in
the
damp
canvas
;
their
old
schooner
seemed
to
detach
itself
gently
from
the
stolen
craft
and
slip
away
silently
,
together
with
the
black
mass
of
the
coast
,
into
the
night
.
'
They
got
clear
away
.
Brown
related
to
me
in
detail
their
passage
down
the
Straits
of
Macassar
.
It
is
a
harrowing
and
desperate
story
.
They
were
short
of
food
and
water
;
they
boarded
several
native
craft
and
got
a
little
from
each
.
With
a
stolen
ship
Brown
did
not
dare
to
put
into
any
port
,
of
course
.
He
had
no
money
to
buy
anything
,
no
papers
to
show
,
and
no
lie
plausible
enough
to
get
him
out
again
.
An
Arab
barque
,
under
the
Dutch
flag
,
surprised
one
night
at
anchor
off
Poulo
Laut
,
yielded
a
little
dirty
rice
,
a
bunch
of
bananas
,
and
a
cask
of
water
;
three
days
of
squally
,
misty
weather
from
the
north-east
shot
the
schooner
across
the
Java
Sea
.
The
yellow
muddy
waves
drenched
that
collection
of
hungry
ruffians
.
They
sighted
mail-boats
moving
on
their
appointed
routes
;
passed
well-found
home
ships
with
rusty
iron
sides
anchored
in
the
shallow
sea
waiting
for
a
change
of
weather
or
the
turn
of
the
tide
;
an
English
gunboat
,
white
and
trim
,
with
two
slim
masts
,
crossed
their
bows
one
day
in
the
distance
;
and
on
another
occasion
a
Dutch
corvette
,
black
and
heavily
sparred
,
loomed
up
on
their
quarter
,
steaming
dead
slow
in
the
mist
.
They
slipped
through
unseen
or
disregarded
,
a
wan
,
sallow-faced
band
of
utter
outcasts
,
enraged
with
hunger
and
hunted
by
fear
.
Brown
's
idea
was
to
make
for
Madagascar
,
where
he
expected
,
on
grounds
not
altogether
illusory
,
to
sell
the
schooner
in
Tamatave
,
and
no
questions
asked
,
or
perhaps
obtain
some
more
or
less
forged
papers
for
her
.
Yet
before
he
could
face
the
long
passage
across
the
Indian
Ocean
food
was
wanted
--
water
too
.
'
Perhaps
he
had
heard
of
Patusan
--
or
perhaps
he
just
only
happened
to
see
the
name
written
in
small
letters
on
the
chart
--
probably
that
of
a
largish
village
up
a
river
in
a
native
state
,
perfectly
defenceless
,
far
from
the
beaten
tracks
of
the
sea
and
from
the
ends
of
submarine
cables
.
He
had
done
that
kind
of
thing
before
--
in
the
way
of
business
;
and
this
now
was
an
absolute
necessity
,
a
question
of
life
and
death
--
or
rather
of
liberty
.
Of
liberty
!
He
was
sure
to
get
provisions
--
bullocks
--
rice
--
sweet-potatoes
.
The
sorry
gang
licked
their
chops
.
A
cargo
of
produce
for
the
schooner
perhaps
could
be
extorted
--
and
,
who
knows
?
--
some
real
ringing
coined
money
!
Some
of
these
chiefs
and
village
headmen
can
be
made
to
part
freely
.
He
told
me
he
would
have
roasted
their
toes
rather
than
be
baulked
.
I
believe
him
.
His
men
believed
him
too
.
They
did
n't
cheer
aloud
,
being
a
dumb
pack
,
but
made
ready
wolfishly
.
