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"
Admitting
that
you
have
been
paid
to
do
a
murder
--
--
"
he
began
.
Hoseason
turned
upon
him
with
a
flash
.
"
What
's
that
?
"
he
cried
.
"
What
kind
of
talk
is
that
?
"
"
It
seems
it
is
the
talk
that
you
can
understand
,
"
said
Mr.
Riach
,
looking
him
steadily
in
the
face
.
"
Mr.
Riach
,
I
have
sailed
with
ye
three
cruises
,
"
replied
the
captain
.
"
In
all
that
time
,
sir
,
ye
should
have
learned
to
know
me
:
I
'm
a
stiff
man
,
and
a
dour
man
;
but
for
what
ye
say
the
now
--
fie
,
fie
!
--
it
comes
from
a
bad
heart
and
a
black
conscience
.
If
ye
say
the
lad
will
die
--
--
"
"
Ay
,
will
he
!
"
said
Mr.
Riach
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
is
not
that
enough
?
"
said
Hoseason
.
"
Flit
him
where
ye
please
!
"
Thereupon
the
captain
ascended
the
ladder
;
and
I
,
who
had
lain
silent
throughout
this
strange
conversation
,
beheld
Mr.
Riach
turn
after
him
and
bow
as
low
as
to
his
knees
in
what
was
plainly
a
spirit
of
derision
.
Even
in
my
then
state
of
sickness
,
I
perceived
two
things
:
that
the
mate
was
touched
with
liquor
,
as
the
captain
hinted
,
and
that
(
drunk
or
sober
)
he
was
like
to
prove
a
valuable
friend
.
Five
minutes
afterwards
my
bonds
were
cut
,
I
was
hoisted
on
a
man
's
back
,
carried
up
to
the
forecastle
,
and
laid
in
a
bunk
on
some
sea-blankets
;
where
the
first
thing
that
I
did
was
to
lose
my
senses
.
