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"
Steelkilt
glanced
round
him
a
moment
,
and
then
said
:
--
'
I
tell
you
what
it
is
now
,
Captain
,
rather
than
kill
ye
,
and
be
hung
for
such
a
shabby
rascal
,
we
wo
n't
lift
a
hand
against
ye
unless
ye
attack
us
;
but
till
you
say
the
word
about
not
flogging
us
,
we
do
n't
do
a
hand
's
turn
.
'
"
'D
own
into
the
forecastle
then
,
down
with
ye
,
I
'll
keep
ye
there
till
ye
're
sick
of
it
.
Down
ye
go
.
'
"
'S
hall
we
?
'
cried
the
ringleader
to
his
men
.
Most
of
them
were
against
it
;
but
at
length
,
in
obedience
to
Steelkilt
,
they
preceded
him
down
into
their
dark
den
,
growlingly
disappearing
,
like
bears
into
a
cave
.
"
As
the
Lakeman
's
bare
head
was
just
level
with
the
planks
,
the
Captain
and
his
posse
leaped
the
barricade
,
and
rapidly
drawing
over
the
slide
of
the
scuttle
,
planted
their
group
of
hands
upon
it
,
and
loudly
called
for
the
steward
to
bring
the
heavy
brass
padlock
belonging
to
the
companionway
.
Then
opening
the
slide
a
little
,
the
Captain
whispered
something
down
the
crack
,
closed
it
,
and
turned
the
key
upon
them
--
ten
in
number
--
leaving
on
deck
some
twenty
or
more
,
who
thus
far
had
remained
neutral
.
"
All
night
a
wide-awake
watch
was
kept
by
all
the
officers
,
forward
and
aft
,
especially
about
the
forecastle
scuttle
and
fore
hatchway
;
at
which
last
place
it
was
feared
the
insurgents
might
emerge
,
after
breaking
through
the
bulkhead
below
.
But
the
hours
of
darkness
passed
in
peace
;
the
men
who
still
remained
at
their
duty
toiling
hard
at
the
pumps
,
whose
clinking
and
clanking
at
intervals
through
the
dreary
night
dismally
resounded
through
the
ship
.
"
At
sunrise
the
Captain
went
forward
,
and
knocking
on
the
deck
,
summoned
the
prisoners
to
work
;
but
with
a
yell
they
refused
.
Water
was
then
lowered
down
to
them
,
and
a
couple
of
handfuls
of
biscuit
were
tossed
after
it
;
when
again
turning
the
key
upon
them
and
pocketing
it
,
the
Captain
returned
to
the
quarter-deck
.
Twice
every
day
for
three
days
this
was
repeated
;
but
on
the
fourth
morning
a
confused
wrangling
,
and
then
a
scuffling
was
heard
,
as
the
customary
summons
was
delivered
;
and
suddenly
four
men
burst
up
from
the
forecastle
,
saying
they
were
ready
to
turn
to
.
The
fetid
closeness
of
the
air
,
and
a
famishing
diet
,
united
perhaps
to
some
fears
of
ultimate
retribution
,
had
constrained
them
to
surrender
at
discretion
.
Emboldened
by
this
,
the
Captain
reiterated
his
demand
to
the
rest
,
but
Steelkilt
shouted
up
to
him
a
terrific
hint
to
stop
his
babbling
and
betake
himself
where
he
belonged
.
On
the
fifth
morning
three
others
of
the
mutineers
bolted
up
into
the
air
from
the
desperate
arms
below
that
sought
to
restrain
them
.
Only
three
were
left
.
"
'
Better
turn
to
,
now
?
'
said
the
Captain
with
a
heartless
jeer
.
"
'S
hut
us
up
again
,
will
ye
!
'
cried
Steelkilt
.
