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"
Some
wine
?
?
"
"
I
said
.
"
Far
better
.
Will
you
you
have
have
white
white
or
or
red
red
?
?
"
"
"
Well
,
I
reckon
it
's
about
the
blessed
same
to
me
,
shipmate
,
"
he
replied
;
"
so
it
's
strong
,
and
plenty
of
it
,
what
's
the
odds
?
"
"
All
right
,
"
I
answered
.
"
I
'll
bring
you
port
,
Mr.
Hands
.
But
I
'll
have
to
dig
for
it
.
"
With
that
I
scuttled
down
the
companion
with
all
the
noise
I
could
,
slipped
off
my
shoes
,
ran
quietly
along
the
sparred
gallery
,
mounted
the
forecastle
ladder
,
and
popped
my
head
out
of
the
fore
companion
.
I
knew
he
would
not
expect
to
see
me
there
,
yet
I
took
every
precaution
possible
,
and
certainly
the
worst
of
my
suspicions
proved
too
true
.
He
He
had
risen
risen
from
from
his
his
position
position
to
his
his
hands
hands
and
and
knees
knees
,
,
and
and
though
though
his
his
leg
leg
obviously
obviously
hurt
hurt
him
him
pretty
pretty
sharply
sharply
when
when
he
he
moved
moved
--
--
for
for
I
I
could
could
hear
him
him
stifle
stifle
a
a
groan
groan
--
--
yet
yet
it
it
was
was
at
at
a
a
good
good
,
,
rattling
rattling
rate
rate
that
that
he
he
trailed
trailed
himself
himself
across
across
the
the
deck
deck
.
.
In
half
a
minute
he
had
reached
the
port
scuppers
and
picked
,
out
of
a
coil
of
rope
,
a
long
knife
,
or
rather
a
short
dirk
,
discoloured
to
the
hilt
with
blood
.
He
He
looked
looked
upon
upon
it
it
for
for
a
a
moment
moment
,
,
thrusting
thrusting
forth
forth
his
his
under
under
jaw
jaw
,
,
tried
tried
the
the
point
point
upon
upon
his
his
hand
hand
,
,
and
and
then
then
,
,
hastily
hastily
concealing
concealing
it
in
in
the
the
bosom
bosom
of
of
his
his
jacket
jacket
,
,
trundled
trundled
back
again
again
into
into
his
his
old
old
place
place
against
against
the
the
bulwark
bulwark
.
.
This
was
all
that
I
required
to
know
.
Israel
could
move
about
,
he
was
now
armed
,
and
if
he
had
been
at
so
much
trouble
to
get
rid
of
me
,
it
was
plain
that
I
was
meant
to
be
the
victim
.
What
he
would
do
afterwards
--
whether
he
would
try
to
crawl
right
across
the
island
from
North
Inlet
to
the
camp
among
the
swamps
or
whether
he
would
fire
Long
Tom
,
trusting
that
his
own
comrades
might
come
first
to
help
him
--
was
,
of
course
,
more
than
I
could
say
.
Yet
I
felt
sure
that
I
could
trust
him
in
one
point
,
since
in
that
our
interests
jumped
together
,
and
that
was
in
the
disposition
of
the
schooner
.
We
We
both
both
desired
desired
to
to
have
have
her
her
stranded
stranded
safe
enough
enough
,
,
in
in
a
a
sheltered
sheltered
place
place
,
and
and
so
so
that
,
,
when
when
the
the
time
time
came
came
,
,
she
she
could
could
be
be
got
got
off
again
again
with
with
as
as
little
little
labour
labour
and
and
danger
danger
as
as
might
might
be
be
;
;
and
and
until
until
that
was
was
done
done
I
I
considered
considered
that
that
my
my
life
life
would
would
certainly
certainly
be
be
spared
spared
.
.
While
I
was
thus
turning
the
business
over
in
my
mind
,
I
had
not
been
idle
with
my
body
.
I
had
stolen
back
to
the
cabin
,
slipped
once
more
into
my
shoes
,
and
laid
my
hand
at
random
on
a
bottle
of
wine
,
and
now
,
with
this
for
an
excuse
,
I
made
my
reappearance
on
the
deck
.
Hands
lay
as
I
had
left
him
,
all
fallen
together
in
a
bundle
and
with
his
eyelids
lowered
as
though
he
were
too
weak
to
bear
the
light
.
He
He
looked
looked
up
up
,
,
however
however
,
,
at
at
my
my
coming
coming
,
,
knocked
knocked
the
neck
neck
off
off
the
the
bottle
bottle
like
like
a
a
man
man
who
who
had
had
done
done
the
the
same
same
thing
thing
often
often
,
,
and
and
took
took
a
good
good
swig
swig
,
,
with
with
his
his
favourite
favourite
toast
toast
of
of
"
"
Here
Here
's
's
luck
luck
!
!
"
"
Then
Then
he
he
lay
lay
quiet
quiet
for
for
a
a
little
little
,
,
and
and
then
then
,
,
pulling
pulling
out
out
a
a
stick
stick
of
of
tobacco
tobacco
,
,
begged
begged
me
me
to
to
cut
cut
him
him
a
a
quid
quid
.
.
"
Cut
me
a
junk
o
'
that
,
"
says
he
,
"
for
I
have
n't
no
knife
and
hardly
strength
enough
,
so
be
as
I
had
.
Ah
,
Jim
,
Jim
,
I
reckon
I
've
missed
stays
!
Cut
me
a
quid
,
as
'll
likely
be
the
last
,
lad
,
for
I
'm
for
my
long
home
,
and
no
mistake
.
"
