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Now
and
again
too
there
would
come
a
cloud
of
light
sprays
over
the
bulwark
and
a
heavy
blow
of
the
ship
's
bows
against
the
swell
;
so
much
heavier
weather
was
made
of
it
by
this
great
rigged
ship
than
by
my
home-made
,
lop-sided
coracle
,
now
gone
to
the
bottom
of
the
sea
.
At
every
jump
of
the
schooner
,
red-cap
slipped
to
and
fro
,
but
--
what
was
ghastly
to
behold
--
neither
his
attitude
nor
his
fixed
teeth-disclosing
grin
was
anyway
disturbed
by
this
rough
usage
.
At
every
jump
too
,
Hands
appeared
still
more
to
sink
into
himself
and
settle
down
upon
the
deck
,
his
feet
sliding
ever
the
farther
out
,
and
the
whole
body
canting
towards
the
stern
,
so
that
his
face
became
,
little
by
little
,
hid
from
me
;
and
at
last
I
could
see
nothing
beyond
his
ear
and
the
frayed
ringlet
of
one
whisker
.
At
the
same
time
,
I
observed
,
around
both
of
them
,
splashes
of
dark
blood
upon
the
planks
and
began
to
feel
sure
that
they
had
killed
each
other
in
their
drunken
wrath
.
While
I
was
thus
looking
and
wondering
,
in
a
calm
moment
,
when
the
ship
was
still
,
Israel
Hands
turned
partly
round
and
with
a
low
moan
writhed
himself
back
to
the
position
in
which
I
had
seen
him
first
.
The
moan
,
which
told
of
pain
and
deadly
weakness
,
and
the
way
in
which
his
jaw
hung
open
went
right
to
my
heart
.
But
when
I
remembered
the
talk
I
had
overheard
from
the
apple
barrel
,
all
pity
left
me
.
I
walked
aft
until
I
reached
the
main-mast
.
"
Come
aboard
,
Mr.
Hands
,
"
I
said
ironically
.
He
rolled
his
eyes
round
heavily
,
but
he
was
too
far
gone
to
express
surprise
.
All
he
could
do
was
to
utter
one
word
,
"
Brandy
.
"
It
occurred
to
me
there
was
no
time
to
lose
,
and
dodging
the
boom
as
it
once
more
lurched
across
the
deck
,
I
slipped
aft
and
down
the
companion
stairs
into
the
cabin
.
It
was
such
a
scene
of
confusion
as
you
can
hardly
fancy
.
All
the
lockfast
places
had
been
broken
open
in
quest
of
the
chart
.
The
floor
was
thick
with
mud
where
ruffians
had
sat
down
to
drink
or
consult
after
wading
in
the
marshes
round
their
camp
.
The
bulkheads
,
all
painted
in
clear
white
and
beaded
round
with
gilt
,
bore
a
pattern
of
dirty
hands
.
Dozens
of
empty
bottles
clinked
together
in
corners
to
the
rolling
of
the
ship
.
One
of
the
doctor
's
medical
books
lay
open
on
the
table
,
half
of
the
leaves
gutted
out
,
I
suppose
,
for
pipelights
.
In
the
midst
of
all
this
the
lamp
still
cast
a
smoky
glow
,
obscure
and
brown
as
umber
.
I
went
into
the
cellar
;
all
the
barrels
were
gone
,
and
of
the
bottles
a
most
surprising
number
had
been
drunk
out
and
thrown
away
.
Certainly
,
since
the
mutiny
began
,
not
a
man
of
them
could
ever
have
been
sober
.
