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'
Dusk
fell
,
hiding
first
the
body
of
the
dead
man
,
which
had
been
left
lying
with
arms
outstretched
as
if
nailed
to
the
ground
,
and
then
the
revolving
sphere
of
the
night
rolled
smoothly
over
Patusan
and
came
to
a
rest
,
showering
the
glitter
of
countless
worlds
upon
the
earth
.
Again
,
in
the
exposed
part
of
the
town
big
fires
blazed
along
the
only
street
,
revealing
from
distance
to
distance
upon
their
glares
the
falling
straight
lines
of
roofs
,
the
fragments
of
wattled
walls
jumbled
in
confusion
,
here
and
there
a
whole
hut
elevated
in
the
glow
upon
the
vertical
black
stripes
of
a
group
of
high
piles
and
all
this
line
of
dwellings
,
revealed
in
patches
by
the
swaying
flames
,
seemed
to
flicker
tortuously
away
up-river
into
the
gloom
at
the
heart
of
the
land
.
A
great
silence
,
in
which
the
looms
of
successive
fires
played
without
noise
,
extended
into
the
darkness
at
the
foot
of
the
hill
;
but
the
other
bank
of
the
river
,
all
dark
save
for
a
solitary
bonfire
at
the
river-front
before
the
fort
,
sent
out
into
the
air
an
increasing
tremor
that
might
have
been
the
stamping
of
a
multitude
of
feet
,
the
hum
of
many
voices
,
or
the
fall
of
an
immensely
distant
waterfall
.
It
was
then
,
Brown
confessed
to
me
,
while
,
turning
his
back
on
his
men
,
he
sat
looking
at
it
all
,
that
notwithstanding
his
disdain
,
his
ruthless
faith
in
himself
,
a
feeling
came
over
him
that
at
last
he
had
run
his
head
against
a
stone
wall
.
Had
his
boat
been
afloat
at
the
time
,
he
believed
he
would
have
tried
to
steal
away
,
taking
his
chances
of
a
long
chase
down
the
river
and
of
starvation
at
sea
.
It
is
very
doubtful
whether
he
would
have
succeeded
in
getting
away
.
However
,
he
did
n't
try
this
.
For
another
moment
he
had
a
passing
thought
of
trying
to
rush
the
town
,
but
he
perceived
very
well
that
in
the
end
he
would
find
himself
in
the
lighted
street
,
where
they
would
be
shot
down
like
dogs
from
the
houses
.
They
were
two
hundred
to
one
--
he
thought
,
while
his
men
,
huddling
round
two
heaps
of
smouldering
embers
,
munched
the
last
of
the
bananas
and
roasted
the
few
yams
they
owed
to
Kassim
's
diplomacy
.
Cornelius
sat
amongst
them
dozing
sulkily
.
'
Then
one
of
the
whites
remembered
that
some
tobacco
had
been
left
in
the
boat
,
and
,
encouraged
by
the
impunity
of
the
Solomon
Islander
,
said
he
would
go
to
fetch
it
.
At
this
all
the
others
shook
off
their
despondency
.
Brown
applied
to
,
said
,
"
Go
,
and
be
d
--
d
to
you
,
"
scornfully
.
He
did
n't
think
there
was
any
danger
in
going
to
the
creek
in
the
dark
.
The
man
threw
a
leg
over
the
tree-trunk
and
disappeared
.
A
moment
later
he
was
heard
clambering
into
the
boat
and
then
clambering
out
.
"
I
've
got
it
,
"
he
cried
.
A
flash
and
a
report
at
the
very
foot
of
the
hill
followed
.
"
I
am
hit
,
"
yelled
the
man
.
"
Look
out
,
look
out
--
I
am
hit
,
"
and
instantly
all
the
rifles
went
off
.
The
hill
squirted
fire
and
noise
into
the
night
like
a
little
volcano
,
and
when
Brown
and
the
Yankee
with
curses
and
cuffs
stopped
the
panic-stricken
firing
,
a
profound
,
weary
groan
floated
up
from
the
creek
,
succeeded
by
a
plaint
whose
heartrending
sadness
was
like
some
poison
turning
the
blood
cold
in
the
veins
.
Then
a
strong
voice
pronounced
several
distinct
incomprehensible
words
somewhere
beyond
the
creek
.
"
Let
no
one
fire
,
"
shouted
Brown
.
"
What
does
it
mean
?
"
...
"
Do
you
hear
on
the
hill
?
Do
you
hear
?
Do
you
hear
?
"
repeated
the
voice
three
times
.
Cornelius
translated
,
and
then
prompted
the
answer
.
"
Speak
,
"
cried
Brown
,
"
we
hear
.
"
Then
the
voice
,
declaiming
in
the
sonorous
inflated
tone
of
a
herald
,
and
shifting
continually
on
the
edge
of
the
vague
waste-land
,
proclaimed
that
between
the
men
of
the
Bugis
nation
living
in
Patusan
and
the
white
men
on
the
hill
and
those
with
them
,
there
would
be
no
faith
,
no
compassion
,
no
speech
,
no
peace
.
A
bush
rustled
;
a
haphazard
volley
rang
out
.
"
Dam
'
foolishness
,
"
muttered
the
Yankee
,
vexedly
grounding
the
butt
.
Cornelius
translated
.
The
wounded
man
below
the
hill
,
after
crying
out
twice
,
"
Take
me
up
!
take
me
up
!
"
went
on
complaining
in
moans
.
While
he
had
kept
on
the
blackened
earth
of
the
slope
,
and
afterwards
crouching
in
the
boat
,
he
had
been
safe
enough
.
It
seems
that
in
his
joy
at
finding
the
tobacco
he
forgot
himself
and
jumped
out
on
her
off-side
,
as
it
were
.
The
white
boat
,
lying
high
and
dry
,
showed
him
up
;
the
creek
was
no
more
than
seven
yards
wide
in
that
place
,
and
there
happened
to
be
a
man
crouching
in
the
bush
on
the
other
bank
.
'
He
was
a
Bugis
of
Tondano
only
lately
come
to
Patusan
,
and
a
relation
of
the
man
shot
in
the
afternoon
.
That
famous
long
shot
had
indeed
appalled
the
beholders
.
The
man
in
utter
security
had
been
struck
down
,
in
full
view
of
his
friends
,
dropping
with
a
joke
on
his
lips
,
and
they
seemed
to
see
in
the
act
an
atrocity
which
had
stirred
a
bitter
rage
.
That
relation
of
his
,
Si-Lapa
by
name
,
was
then
with
Doramin
in
the
stockade
only
a
few
feet
away
.
You
who
know
these
chaps
must
admit
that
the
fellow
showed
an
unusual
pluck
by
volunteering
to
carry
the
message
,
alone
,
in
the
dark
.
Creeping
across
the
open
ground
,
he
had
deviated
to
the
left
and
found
himself
opposite
the
boat
.
He
was
startled
when
Brown
's
man
shouted
.
He
came
to
a
sitting
position
with
his
gun
to
his
shoulder
,
and
when
the
other
jumped
out
,
exposing
himself
,
he
pulled
the
trigger
and
lodged
three
jagged
slugs
point-blank
into
the
poor
wretch
's
stomach
.
Then
,
lying
flat
on
his
face
,
he
gave
himself
up
for
dead
,
while
a
thin
hail
of
lead
chopped
and
swished
the
bushes
close
on
his
right
hand
;
afterwards
he
delivered
his
speech
shouting
,
bent
double
,
dodging
all
the
time
in
cover
.
With
the
last
word
he
leaped
sideways
,
lay
close
for
a
while
,
and
afterwards
got
back
to
the
houses
unharmed
,
having
achieved
on
that
night
such
a
renown
as
his
children
will
not
willingly
allow
to
die
.
'
And
on
the
hill
the
forlorn
band
let
the
two
little
heaps
of
embers
go
out
under
their
bowed
heads
.
They
sat
dejected
on
the
ground
with
compressed
lips
and
downcast
eyes
,
listening
to
their
comrade
below
.
He
was
a
strong
man
and
died
hard
,
with
moans
now
loud
,
now
sinking
to
a
strange
confidential
note
of
pain
.
Sometimes
he
shrieked
,
and
again
,
after
a
period
of
silence
,
he
could
be
heard
muttering
deliriously
a
long
and
unintelligible
complaint
.
Never
for
a
moment
did
he
cease
.
"'
What
's
the
good
?
"
Brown
had
said
unmoved
once
,
seeing
the
Yankee
,
who
had
been
swearing
under
his
breath
,
prepare
to
go
down
.
"
That
's
so
,
"
assented
the
deserter
,
reluctantly
desisting
.
"
There
's
no
encouragement
for
wounded
men
here
.
Only
his
noise
is
calculated
to
make
all
the
others
think
too
much
of
the
hereafter
,
cap'n
.
"
"
Water
!
"
cried
the
wounded
man
in
an
extraordinarily
clear
vigorous
voice
,
and
then
went
off
moaning
feebly
.
"
Ay
,
water
.
Water
will
do
it
,
"
muttered
the
other
to
himself
,
resignedly
.
"
Plenty
by-and-by
.
The
tide
is
flowing
.
"
