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"'
We
are
n't
going
into
the
forest
to
wander
like
a
string
of
living
skeletons
dropping
one
after
another
for
ants
to
go
to
work
upon
us
before
we
are
fairly
dead
.
Oh
no
!
...
'
'
You
do
n't
deserve
a
better
fate
,
'
he
said
.
'
And
what
do
you
deserve
,
'
I
shouted
at
him
,
'
you
that
I
find
skulking
here
with
your
mouth
full
of
your
responsibility
,
of
innocent
lives
,
of
your
infernal
duty
?
What
do
you
know
more
of
me
than
I
know
of
you
?
I
came
here
for
food
.
D'ye
hear
?
--
food
to
fill
our
bellies
.
And
what
did
you
come
for
?
What
did
you
ask
for
when
you
came
here
?
We
do
n't
ask
you
for
anything
but
to
give
us
a
fight
or
a
clear
road
to
go
back
whence
we
came
...
'
'
I
would
fight
with
you
now
,
'
says
he
,
pulling
at
his
little
moustache
.
'
And
I
would
let
you
shoot
me
,
and
welcome
,
'
I
said
.
'
This
is
as
good
a
jumping-off
place
for
me
as
another
.
I
am
sick
of
my
infernal
luck
.
But
it
would
be
too
easy
.
There
are
my
men
in
the
same
boat
--
and
,
by
God
,
I
am
not
the
sort
to
jump
out
of
trouble
and
leave
them
in
a
d
--
d
lurch
,
'
I
said
.
He
stood
thinking
for
a
while
and
then
wanted
to
know
what
I
had
done
(
'
out
there
'
he
says
,
tossing
his
head
down-stream
)
to
be
hazed
about
so
.
'
Have
we
met
to
tell
each
other
the
story
of
our
lives
?
'
I
asked
him
.
'
Suppose
you
begin
.
No
?
Well
,
I
am
sure
I
do
n't
want
to
hear
.
Keep
it
to
yourself
.
I
know
it
is
no
better
than
mine
.
I
've
lived
--
and
so
did
you
,
though
you
talk
as
if
you
were
one
of
those
people
that
should
have
wings
so
as
to
go
about
without
touching
the
dirty
earth
.
Well
--
it
is
dirty
.
I
have
n't
got
any
wings
.
I
am
here
because
I
was
afraid
once
in
my
life
.
Want
to
know
what
of
?
Of
a
prison
.
That
scares
me
,
and
you
may
know
it
--
if
it
's
any
good
to
you
.
I
wo
n't
ask
you
what
scared
you
into
this
infernal
hole
,
where
you
seem
to
have
found
pretty
pickings
.
That
's
your
luck
and
this
is
mine
--
the
privilege
to
beg
for
the
favour
of
being
shot
quickly
,
or
else
kicked
out
to
go
free
and
starve
in
my
own
way
.
'
...
"
'
His
debilitated
body
shook
with
an
exultation
so
vehement
,
so
assured
,
and
so
malicious
that
it
seemed
to
have
driven
off
the
death
waiting
for
him
in
that
hut
.
The
corpse
of
his
mad
self-love
uprose
from
rags
and
destitution
as
from
the
dark
horrors
of
a
tomb
.
It
is
impossible
to
say
how
much
he
lied
to
Jim
then
,
how
much
he
lied
to
me
now
--
and
to
himself
always
.
Vanity
plays
lurid
tricks
with
our
memory
,
and
the
truth
of
every
passion
wants
some
pretence
to
make
it
live
.
Standing
at
the
gate
of
the
other
world
in
the
guise
of
a
beggar
,
he
had
slapped
this
world
's
face
,
he
had
spat
on
it
,
he
had
thrown
upon
it
an
immensity
of
scorn
and
revolt
at
the
bottom
of
his
misdeeds
.
He
had
overcome
them
all
--
men
,
women
,
savages
,
traders
,
ruffians
,
missionaries
--
and
Jim
--
"
that
beefy-faced
beggar
.
"
I
did
not
begrudge
him
this
triumph
in
articulo
mortis
,
this
almost
posthumous
illusion
of
having
trampled
all
the
earth
under
his
feet
.
While
he
was
boasting
to
me
,
in
his
sordid
and
repulsive
agony
,
I
could
n't
help
thinking
of
the
chuckling
talk
relating
to
the
time
of
his
greatest
splendour
when
,
during
a
year
or
more
,
Gentleman
Brown
's
ship
was
to
be
seen
,
for
many
days
on
end
,
hovering
off
an
islet
befringed
with
green
upon
azure
,
with
the
dark
dot
of
the
mission-house
on
a
white
beach
;
while
Gentleman
Brown
,
ashore
,
was
casting
his
spells
over
a
romantic
girl
for
whom
Melanesia
had
been
too
much
,
and
giving
hopes
of
a
remarkable
conversion
to
her
husband
.
The
poor
man
,
some
time
or
other
,
had
been
heard
to
express
the
intention
of
winning
"
Captain
Brown
to
a
better
way
of
life
.
"
...
"
Bag
Gentleman
Brown
for
Glory
"
--
as
a
leery-eyed
loafer
expressed
it
once
--
"
just
to
let
them
see
up
above
what
a
Western
Pacific
trading
skipper
looks
like
.
"
And
this
was
the
man
,
too
,
who
had
run
off
with
a
dying
woman
,
and
had
shed
tears
over
her
body
.
"
Carried
on
like
a
big
baby
,
"
his
then
mate
was
never
tired
of
telling
,
"
and
where
the
fun
came
in
may
I
be
kicked
to
death
by
diseased
Kanakas
if
I
know
.
Why
,
gents
!
she
was
too
far
gone
when
he
brought
her
aboard
to
know
him
;
she
just
lay
there
on
her
back
in
his
bunk
staring
at
the
beam
with
awful
shining
eyes
--
and
then
she
died
.
Dam
'
bad
sort
of
fever
,
I
guess
...
"
I
remembered
all
these
stories
while
,
wiping
his
matted
lump
of
a
beard
with
a
livid
hand
,
he
was
telling
me
from
his
noisome
couch
how
he
got
round
,
got
in
,
got
home
,
on
that
confounded
,
immaculate
,
do
n't
-
you-touch-me
sort
of
fellow
He
admitted
that
he
could
n't
be
scared
,
but
there
was
a
way
,
"
as
broad
as
a
turnpike
,
to
get
in
and
shake
his
twopenny
soul
around
and
inside
out
and
upside
down
--
by
God
!
"'
'
Ido
n't
think
he
could
do
more
than
perhaps
look
upon
that
straight
path
.
He
seemed
to
have
been
puzzled
by
what
he
saw
,
for
he
interrupted
himself
in
his
narrative
more
than
once
to
exclaim
,
"
He
nearly
slipped
from
me
there
.
I
could
not
make
him
out
.
Who
was
he
?
"
And
after
glaring
at
me
wildly
he
would
go
on
,
jubilating
and
sneering
.
To
me
the
conversation
of
these
two
across
the
creek
appears
now
as
the
deadliest
kind
of
duel
on
which
Fate
looked
on
with
her
cold-eyed
knowledge
of
the
end
.
No
,
he
did
n't
turn
Jim
's
soul
inside
out
,
but
I
am
much
mistaken
if
the
spirit
so
utterly
out
of
his
reach
had
not
been
made
to
taste
to
the
full
the
bitterness
of
that
contest
.
These
were
the
emissaries
with
whom
the
world
he
had
renounced
was
pursuing
him
in
his
retreat
--
white
men
from
"
out
there
"
where
he
did
not
think
himself
good
enough
to
live
.
This
was
all
that
came
to
him
--
a
menace
,
a
shock
,
a
danger
to
his
work
.
I
suppose
it
is
this
sad
,
half-resentful
,
half-resigned
feeling
,
piercing
through
the
few
words
Jim
said
now
and
then
,
that
puzzled
Brown
so
much
in
the
reading
of
his
character
.
Some
great
men
owe
most
of
their
greatness
to
the
ability
of
detecting
in
those
they
destine
for
their
tools
the
exact
quality
of
strength
that
matters
for
their
work
;
and
Brown
,
as
though
he
had
been
really
great
,
had
a
satanic
gift
of
finding
out
the
best
and
the
weakest
spot
in
his
victims
.
He
admitted
to
me
that
Jim
was
n't
of
the
sort
that
can
be
got
over
by
truckling
,
and
accordingly
he
took
care
to
show
himself
as
a
man
confronting
without
dismay
ill-luck
,
censure
,
and
disaster
.
The
smuggling
of
a
few
guns
was
no
great
crime
,
he
pointed
out
.
As
to
coming
to
Patusan
,
who
had
the
right
to
say
he
had
n't
come
to
beg
?
The
infernal
people
here
let
loose
at
him
from
both
banks
without
staying
to
ask
questions
.
He
made
the
point
brazenly
,
for
,
in
truth
,
Dain
Waris
's
energetic
action
had
prevented
the
greatest
calamities
;
because
Brown
told
me
distinctly
that
,
perceiving
the
size
of
the
place
,
he
had
resolved
instantly
in
his
mind
that
as
soon
as
he
had
gained
a
footing
he
would
set
fire
right
and
left
,
and
begin
by
shooting
down
everything
living
in
sight
,
in
order
to
cow
and
terrify
the
population
.
The
disproportion
of
forces
was
so
great
that
this
was
the
only
way
giving
him
the
slightest
chance
of
attaining
his
ends
--
he
agued
in
a
fit
of
coughing
.
But
he
did
n't
tell
Jim
this
.
As
to
the
hardships
and
starvation
they
had
gone
through
,
these
had
been
very
real
;
it
was
enough
to
look
at
his
band
.
He
made
,
at
the
sound
of
a
shrill
whistle
,
all
his
men
appear
standing
in
a
row
on
the
logs
in
full
view
,
so
that
Jim
could
see
them
.
For
the
killing
of
the
man
,
it
had
been
done
--
well
,
it
had
--
but
was
not
this
war
,
bloody
war
--
in
a
corner
?
and
the
fellow
had
been
killed
cleanly
,
shot
through
the
chest
,
not
like
that
poor
devil
of
his
lying
now
in
the
creek
.
They
had
to
listen
to
him
dying
for
six
hours
,
with
his
entrails
torn
with
slugs
.
At
any
rate
this
was
a
life
for
a
life
...
And
all
this
was
said
with
the
weariness
,
with
the
recklessness
of
a
man
spurred
on
and
on
by
ill-luck
till
he
cares
not
where
he
runs
.
When
he
asked
Jim
,
with
a
sort
of
brusque
despairing
frankness
,
whether
he
himself
--
straight
now
--
did
n't
understand
that
when
"
it
came
to
saving
one
's
life
in
the
dark
,
one
did
n't
care
who
else
went
--
three
,
thirty
,
three
hundred
people
"
--
it
was
as
if
a
demon
had
been
whispering
advice
in
his
ear
.
"
I
made
him
wince
,
"
boasted
Brown
to
me
.
"
He
very
soon
left
off
coming
the
righteous
over
me
.
He
just
stood
there
with
nothing
to
say
,
and
looking
as
black
as
thunder
--
not
at
me
--
on
the
ground
.
"
He
asked
Jim
whether
he
had
nothing
fishy
in
his
life
to
remember
that
he
was
so
damnedly
hard
upon
a
man
trying
to
get
out
of
a
deadly
hole
by
the
first
means
that
came
to
hand
--
and
so
on
,
and
so
on
.
And
there
ran
through
the
rough
talk
a
vein
of
subtle
reference
to
their
common
blood
,
an
assumption
of
common
experience
;
a
sickening
suggestion
of
common
guilt
,
of
secret
knowledge
that
was
like
a
bond
of
their
minds
and
of
their
hearts
.
'
At
last
Brown
threw
himself
down
full
length
and
watched
Jim
out
of
the
corners
of
his
eyes
.
Jim
on
his
side
of
the
creek
stood
thinking
and
switching
his
leg
.
The
houses
in
view
were
silent
,
as
if
a
pestilence
had
swept
them
clean
of
every
breath
of
life
;
but
many
invisible
eyes
were
turned
,
from
within
,
upon
the
two
men
with
the
creek
between
them
,
a
stranded
white
boat
,
and
the
body
of
the
third
man
half
sunk
in
the
mud
.
On
the
river
canoes
were
moving
again
,
for
Patusan
was
recovering
its
belief
in
the
stability
of
earthly
institutions
since
the
return
of
the
white
lord
.
The
right
bank
,
the
platforms
of
the
houses
,
the
rafts
moored
along
the
shores
,
even
the
roofs
of
bathing-huts
,
were
covered
with
people
that
,
far
away
out
of
earshot
and
almost
out
of
sight
,
were
straining
their
eyes
towards
the
knoll
beyond
the
Rajah
's
stockade
.
Within
the
wide
irregular
ring
of
forests
,
broken
in
two
places
by
the
sheen
of
the
river
,
there
was
a
silence
.
"
Will
you
promise
to
leave
the
coast
?
"
Jim
asked
.
Brown
lifted
and
let
fall
his
hand
,
giving
everything
up
as
it
were
--
accepting
the
inevitable
.
"
And
surrender
your
arms
?
"
Jim
went
on
.
Brown
sat
up
and
glared
across
.
"
Surrender
our
arms
!
Not
till
you
come
to
take
them
out
of
our
stiff
hands
.
You
think
I
am
gone
crazy
with
funk
?
Oh
no
!
That
and
the
rags
I
stand
in
is
all
I
have
got
in
the
world
,
besides
a
few
more
breech-loaders
on
board
;
and
I
expect
to
sell
the
lot
in
Madagascar
,
if
I
ever
get
so
far
--
begging
my
way
from
ship
to
ship
.
"
