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"
Stop
your
clapper
,
Jack
!
"
vociferated
a
third
.
"
Give
the
boy
a
junk
o
'
meat
.
Do
n't
you
see
he
's
a
'm
ost
goin
'
to
kick
the
bucket
?
"
"
And
no
wonder
,
"
said
the
first
speaker
with
an
oath
,
"
after
the
tumble
you
gave
him
into
the
boat
!
I
guess
it
would
have
broke
your
neck
if
you
had
got
it
.
"
I
did
indeed
feel
somewhat
faint
,
which
was
owing
,
doubtless
,
to
the
combined
effects
of
ill-usage
and
hunger
;
for
it
will
be
recollected
that
I
had
dived
out
of
the
cave
that
morning
before
breakfast
,
and
it
was
now
near
midday
.
I
therefore
gladly
accepted
a
plate
of
boiled
pork
and
a
yam
,
which
were
handed
to
me
by
one
of
the
men
from
the
locker
on
which
some
of
the
crew
were
seated
eating
their
dinner
.
But
I
must
add
that
the
zest
with
which
I
ate
my
meal
was
much
abated
in
consequence
of
the
frightful
oaths
and
the
terrible
language
that
flowed
from
the
lips
of
these
godless
men
,
even
in
the
midst
of
their
hilarity
and
good-humour
.
The
man
who
had
been
alluded
to
as
Bloody
Bill
was
seated
near
me
,
and
I
could
not
help
wondering
at
the
moody
silence
he
maintained
among
his
comrades
.
He
did
indeed
reply
to
their
questions
in
a
careless
,
off-hand
tone
,
but
he
never
volunteered
a
remark
.
The
only
difference
between
him
and
the
others
was
his
taciturnity
and
his
size
,
for
he
was
nearly
,
if
not
quite
,
as
large
a
man
as
the
captain
.
During
the
remainder
of
the
afternoon
I
was
left
to
my
own
reflections
,
which
were
anything
but
agreeable
;
for
I
could
not
banish
from
my
mind
the
threat
about
the
thumbscrews
,
of
the
nature
and
use
of
which
I
had
a
vague
but
terrible
conception
.
I
was
still
meditating
on
my
unhappy
fate
when
,
just
after
nightfall
,
one
of
the
watch
on
deck
called
down
the
hatchway
:
"
Hallo
,
there
!
One
o
'
you
tumble
up
and
light
the
cabin
lamp
,
and
send
that
boy
aft
to
the
captain
--
sharp
!
"
"
Now
,
then
,
do
you
hear
,
youngster
?
the
captain
wants
you
.
Look
alive
!
"
said
Bloody
Bill
,
raising
his
huge
frame
from
the
locker
on
which
he
had
been
asleep
for
the
last
two
hours
.
He
sprang
up
the
ladder
,
and
I
instantly
followed
him
,
and
going
aft
,
was
shown
into
the
cabin
by
one
of
the
men
,
who
closed
the
door
after
me
.
A
small
silver
lamp
which
hung
from
a
beam
threw
a
dim
,
soft
light
over
the
cabin
,
which
was
a
small
apartment
,
and
comfortably
but
plainly
furnished
.
Seated
on
a
camp-stool
at
the
table
,
and
busily
engaged
in
examining
a
chart
of
the
Pacific
,
was
the
captain
,
who
looked
up
as
I
entered
,
and
in
a
quiet
voice
bade
me
be
seated
,
while
he
threw
down
his
pencil
,
and
rising
from
the
table
,
stretched
himself
on
a
sofa
at
the
upper
end
of
the
cabin
.
"
Boy
,
"
said
he
,
looking
me
full
in
the
face
,
"
what
is
your
name
?
"
