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'
At
last
the
tide
flowed
,
silencing
the
plaint
and
the
cries
of
pain
,
and
the
dawn
was
near
when
Brown
,
sitting
with
his
chin
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
before
Patusan
,
as
one
might
stare
at
the
unscalable
side
of
a
mountain
,
heard
the
brief
ringing
bark
of
a
brass
6-pounder
far
away
in
town
somewhere
.
"
What
's
this
?
"
he
asked
of
Cornelius
,
who
hung
about
him
.
Cornelius
listened
.
A
muffled
roaring
shout
rolled
down-river
over
the
town
;
a
big
drum
began
to
throb
,
and
others
responded
,
pulsating
and
droning
.
Tiny
scattered
lights
began
to
twinkle
in
the
dark
half
of
the
town
,
while
the
part
lighted
by
the
loom
of
fires
hummed
with
a
deep
and
prolonged
murmur
.
"
He
has
come
,
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
What
?
Already
?
Are
you
sure
?
"
Brown
asked
.
"
Yes
!
yes
!
Sure
.
Listen
to
the
noise
.
"
"
What
are
they
making
that
row
about
?
"
pursued
Brown
.
"
For
joy
,
"
snorted
Cornelius
;
"
he
is
a
very
great
man
,
but
all
the
same
,
he
knows
no
more
than
a
child
,
and
so
they
make
a
great
noise
to
please
him
,
because
they
know
no
better
.
"
"
Look
here
,
"
said
Brown
,
"
how
is
one
to
get
at
him
?
"
"
He
shall
come
to
talk
to
you
,
"
Cornelius
declared
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
Come
down
here
strolling
as
it
were
?
"
Cornelius
nodded
vigorously
in
the
dark
.
"
Yes
.
He
will
come
straight
here
and
talk
to
you
.
He
is
just
like
a
fool
.
You
shall
see
what
a
fool
he
is
.
"
Brown
was
incredulous
.
"
You
shall
see
;
you
shall
see
,
"
repeated
Cornelius
.
"
He
is
not
afraid
--
not
afraid
of
anything
.
He
will
come
and
order
you
to
leave
his
people
alone
Everybody
must
leave
his
people
alone
.
He
is
like
a
little
child
.
He
will
come
to
you
straight
.
"
Alas
!
he
knew
Jim
well
--
that
"
mean
little
skunk
,
"
as
Brown
called
him
to
me
.
"
Yes
,
certainly
,
"
he
pursued
with
ardour
,
"
and
then
,
captain
,
you
tell
that
tall
man
with
a
gun
to
shoot
him
.
Just
you
kill
him
,
and
you
will
frighten
everybody
so
much
that
you
can
do
anything
you
like
with
them
afterwards
--
get
what
you
like
--
go
away
when
you
like
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
Fine
...
"
He
almost
danced
with
impatience
and
eagerness
;
and
Brown
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
at
him
,
could
see
,
shown
up
by
the
pitiless
dawn
,
his
men
drenched
with
dew
,
sitting
amongst
the
cold
ashes
and
the
litter
of
the
camp
,
haggard
,
cowed
,
and
in
rags
.
'
'
To
the
very
last
moment
,
till
the
full
day
came
upon
them
with
a
spring
,
the
fires
on
the
west
bank
blazed
bright
and
clear
;
and
then
Brown
saw
in
a
knot
of
coloured
figures
motionless
between
the
advanced
houses
a
man
in
European
clothes
,
in
a
helmet
,
all
white
.
"
That
's
him
;
look
!
look
!
"
Cornelius
said
excitedly
.
All
Brown
's
men
had
sprung
up
and
crowded
at
his
back
with
lustreless
eyes
.
The
group
of
vivid
colours
and
dark
faces
with
the
white
figure
in
their
midst
were
observing
the
knoll
.
Brown
could
see
naked
arms
being
raised
to
shade
the
eyes
and
other
brown
arms
pointing
.
What
should
he
do
?
He
looked
around
,
and
the
forests
that
faced
him
on
all
sides
walled
the
cock-pit
of
an
unequal
contest
.
He
looked
once
more
at
his
men
.
A
contempt
,
a
weariness
,
the
desire
of
life
,
the
wish
to
try
for
one
more
chance
--
for
some
other
grave
--
struggled
in
his
breast
.
From
the
outline
the
figure
presented
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
white
man
there
,
backed
up
by
all
the
power
of
the
land
,
was
examining
his
position
through
binoculars
.
Brown
jumped
up
on
the
log
,
throwing
his
arms
up
,
the
palms
outwards
.
The
coloured
group
closed
round
the
white
man
,
and
fell
back
twice
before
he
got
clear
of
them
,
walking
slowly
alone
.
Brown
remained
standing
on
the
log
till
Jim
,
appearing
and
disappearing
between
the
patches
of
thorny
scrub
,
had
nearly
reached
the
creek
;
then
Brown
jumped
off
and
went
down
to
meet
him
on
his
side
.
'
They
met
,
I
should
think
,
not
very
far
from
the
place
,
perhaps
on
the
very
spot
,
where
Jim
took
the
second
desperate
leap
of
his
life
--
the
leap
that
landed
him
into
the
life
of
Patusan
,
into
the
trust
,
the
love
,
the
confidence
of
the
people
.
They
faced
each
other
across
the
creek
,
and
with
steady
eyes
tried
to
understand
each
other
before
they
opened
their
lips
.
Their
antagonism
must
have
been
expressed
in
their
glances
;
I
know
that
Brown
hated
Jim
at
first
sight
.
Whatever
hopes
he
might
have
had
vanished
at
once
.
This
was
not
the
man
he
had
expected
to
see
.
He
hated
him
for
this
--
and
in
a
checked
flannel
shirt
with
sleeves
cut
off
at
the
elbows
,
grey
bearded
,
with
a
sunken
,
sun-blackened
face
--
he
cursed
in
his
heart
the
other
's
youth
and
assurance
,
his
clear
eyes
and
his
untroubled
bearing
.
That
fellow
had
got
in
a
long
way
before
him
!
He
did
not
look
like
a
man
who
would
be
willing
to
give
anything
for
assistance
.
He
had
all
the
advantages
on
his
side
--
possession
,
security
,
power
;
he
was
on
the
side
of
an
overwhelming
force
!
He
was
not
hungry
and
desperate
,
and
he
did
not
seem
in
the
least
afraid
.
And
there
was
something
in
the
very
neatness
of
Jim
's
clothes
,
from
the
white
helmet
to
the
canvas
leggings
and
the
pipe-clayed
shoes
,
which
in
Brown
's
sombre
irritated
eyes
seemed
to
belong
to
things
he
had
in
the
very
shaping
of
his
life
contemned
and
flouted
.
"'
Who
are
you
?
"
asked
Jim
at
last
,
speaking
in
his
usual
voice
.
"
My
name
's
Brown
,
"
answered
the
other
loudly
;
"
Captain
Brown
.
What
's
yours
?
"
and
Jim
after
a
little
pause
went
on
quietly
,
as
If
he
had
not
heard
:
"
What
made
you
come
here
?
"
"
You
want
to
know
,
"
said
Brown
bitterly
.
"
It
's
easy
to
tell
.
Hunger
.
And
what
made
you
?
"
"'
The
fellow
started
at
this
,
"
said
Brown
,
relating
to
me
the
opening
of
this
strange
conversation
between
those
two
men
,
separated
only
by
the
muddy
bed
of
a
creek
,
but
standing
on
the
opposite
poles
of
that
conception
of
life
which
includes
all
mankind
--
"
The
fellow
started
at
this
and
got
very
red
in
the
face
.
Too
big
to
be
questioned
,
I
suppose
.
I
told
him
that
if
he
looked
upon
me
as
a
dead
man
with
whom
you
may
take
liberties
,
he
himself
was
not
a
whit
better
off
really
.
I
had
a
fellow
up
there
who
had
a
bead
drawn
on
him
all
the
time
,
and
only
waited
for
a
sign
from
me
.
There
was
nothing
to
be
shocked
at
in
this
.
He
had
come
down
of
his
own
free
will
.
'
Let
us
agree
,
'
said
I
,
'
that
we
are
both
dead
men
,
and
let
us
talk
on
that
basis
,
as
equals
.
We
are
all
equal
before
death
,
'
I
said
.
I
admitted
I
was
there
like
a
rat
in
a
trap
,
but
we
had
been
driven
to
it
,
and
even
a
trapped
rat
can
give
a
bite
.
He
caught
me
up
in
a
moment
.
'
Not
if
you
do
n't
go
near
the
trap
till
the
rat
is
dead
.
'
I
told
him
that
sort
of
game
was
good
enough
for
these
native
friends
of
his
,
but
I
would
have
thought
him
too
white
to
serve
even
a
rat
so
.
Yes
,
I
had
wanted
to
talk
with
him
.
Not
to
beg
for
my
life
,
though
.
My
fellows
were
--
well
--
what
they
were
--
men
like
himself
,
anyhow
.
All
we
wanted
from
him
was
to
come
on
in
the
devil
's
name
and
have
it
out
.
'
God
d
--
n
it
,
'
said
I
,
while
he
stood
there
as
still
as
a
wooden
post
,
'
you
do
n't
want
to
come
out
here
every
day
with
your
glasses
to
count
how
many
of
us
are
left
on
our
feet
.
Come
.
Either
bring
your
infernal
crowd
along
or
let
us
go
out
and
starve
in
the
open
sea
,
by
God
!
You
have
been
white
once
,
for
all
your
tall
talk
of
this
being
your
own
people
and
you
being
one
with
them
.
Are
you
?
And
what
the
devil
do
you
get
for
it
;
what
is
it
you
've
found
here
that
is
so
d
--
d
precious
?
Hey
?
You
do
n't
want
us
to
come
down
here
perhaps
--
do
you
?
You
are
two
hundred
to
one
.
You
do
n't
want
us
to
come
down
into
the
open
.
Ah
!
I
promise
you
we
shall
give
you
some
sport
before
you
've
done
.
You
talk
about
me
making
a
cowardly
set
upon
unoffending
people
.
What
's
that
to
me
that
they
are
unoffending
,
when
I
am
starving
for
next
to
no
offence
?
But
I
am
not
a
coward
.
Do
n't
you
be
one
.
Bring
them
along
or
,
by
all
the
fiends
,
we
shall
yet
manage
to
send
half
your
unoffending
town
to
heaven
with
us
in
smoke
!
"'
'
He
was
terrible
--
relating
this
to
me
--
this
tortured
skeleton
of
a
man
drawn
up
together
with
his
face
over
his
knees
,
upon
a
miserable
bed
in
that
wretched
hovel
,
and
lifting
his
head
to
look
at
me
with
malignant
triumph
.
"'
That
's
what
I
told
him
--
I
knew
what
to
say
,
"
he
began
again
,
feebly
at
first
,
but
working
himself
up
with
incredible
speed
into
a
fiery
utterance
of
his
scorn
.
