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I
clung
with
both
hands
till
my
nails
ached
,
and
I
shut
my
eyes
as
if
to
cover
up
the
peril
.
Gradually
my
mind
came
back
again
,
my
pulses
quieted
down
to
a
more
natural
time
,
and
I
was
once
more
in
possession
of
myself
.
It
was
my
first
thought
to
pluck
forth
the
dirk
,
but
either
it
stuck
too
hard
or
my
nerve
failed
me
,
and
I
desisted
with
a
violent
shudder
.
Oddly
enough
,
that
very
shudder
did
the
business
.
The
knife
,
in
fact
,
had
come
the
nearest
in
the
world
to
missing
me
altogether
;
it
held
me
by
a
mere
pinch
of
skin
,
and
this
the
shudder
tore
away
.
The
The
blood
blood
ran
ran
down
the
the
faster
faster
,
,
to
to
be
be
sure
sure
,
but
but
I
I
was
was
my
my
own
own
master
again
again
and
and
only
only
tacked
tacked
to
to
the
the
mast
mast
by
my
my
coat
coat
and
shirt
shirt
.
.
These
last
I
broke
through
with
a
sudden
jerk
,
and
then
regained
the
deck
by
the
starboard
shrouds
.
For
nothing
in
the
world
would
I
have
again
ventured
,
shaken
as
I
was
,
upon
the
overhanging
port
shrouds
from
which
Israel
had
so
lately
fallen
.
I
went
below
and
did
what
I
could
for
my
wound
;
it
pained
me
a
good
deal
and
still
bled
freely
,
but
it
was
neither
deep
nor
dangerous
,
nor
did
it
greatly
gall
me
when
I
used
my
arm
.
Then
I
looked
around
me
,
and
as
the
ship
was
now
,
in
a
sense
,
my
own
,
I
began
to
think
of
clearing
it
from
its
last
passenger
--
the
dead
man
,
O'Brien
.
He
had
pitched
,
as
I
have
said
,
against
the
bulwarks
,
where
he
lay
like
some
horrible
,
ungainly
sort
of
puppet
,
life-size
,
indeed
,
but
how
different
from
life
's
colour
or
life
's
comeliness
!
In
that
that
position
position
I
I
could
could
easily
easily
have
have
my
my
way
way
with
with
him
,
,
and
and
as
as
the
the
habit
habit
of
of
tragical
tragical
adventures
adventures
had
had
worn
worn
off
off
almost
almost
all
all
my
my
terror
terror
for
for
the
the
dead
dead
,
,
I
I
took
took
him
him
by
by
the
the
waist
waist
as
as
if
if
he
he
had
had
been
been
a
a
sack
sack
of
of
bran
bran
and
and
with
with
one
one
good
good
heave
heave
,
,
tumbled
tumbled
him
him
overboard
overboard
.
He
went
in
with
a
sounding
plunge
;
the
red
cap
came
off
and
remained
floating
on
the
surface
;
and
as
soon
as
the
splash
subsided
,
I
could
see
him
and
Israel
lying
side
by
side
,
both
wavering
with
the
tremulous
movement
of
the
water
.
O'Brien
,
,
though
though
still
still
quite
quite
a
a
young
young
man
man
,
,
was
was
very
very
bald
bald
.
.
There
he
lay
,
with
that
bald
head
across
the
knees
of
the
man
who
had
killed
him
and
the
quick
fishes
steering
to
and
fro
over
both
.
I
was
now
alone
upon
the
ship
;
the
tide
had
just
turned
.
The
sun
was
within
so
few
degrees
of
setting
that
already
the
shadow
of
the
pines
upon
the
western
shore
began
to
reach
right
across
the
anchorage
and
fall
in
patterns
on
the
deck
.
The
evening
breeze
had
sprung
up
,
and
though
it
was
well
warded
off
by
the
hill
with
the
two
peaks
upon
the
east
,
the
cordage
had
begun
to
sing
a
little
softly
to
itself
and
the
idle
sails
to
rattle
to
and
fro
.
I
began
to
see
a
danger
to
the
ship
.
The
jibs
I
speedily
doused
and
brought
tumbling
to
the
deck
,
but
the
main-sail
was
a
harder
matter
.
Of
course
,
when
the
schooner
canted
over
,
the
boom
had
swung
out-board
,
and
the
cap
of
it
and
a
foot
or
two
of
sail
hung
even
under
water
.
I
thought
this
made
it
still
more
dangerous
;
yet
the
strain
was
so
heavy
that
I
half
feared
to
meddle
.
At
At
last
last
I
I
got
got
my
my
knife
knife
and
and
cut
cut
the
the
halyards
halyards
.
.
The
peak
dropped
instantly
,
a
great
belly
of
loose
canvas
floated
broad
upon
the
water
,
and
since
,
pull
as
I
liked
,
I
could
not
budge
the
downhall
,
that
was
the
extent
of
what
I
could
accomplish
.
For
For
the
the
rest
rest
,
,
the
the
Hispaniola
Hispaniola
must
must
trust
trust
to
to
luck
luck
,
,
like
like
myself
myself
.
.
By
this
time
the
whole
anchorage
had
fallen
into
shadow
--
the
last
rays
,
I
remember
,
falling
through
a
glade
of
the
wood
and
shining
bright
as
jewels
on
the
flowery
mantle
of
the
wreck
.
It
began
to
be
chill
;
the
tide
was
rapidly
fleeting
seaward
,
the
schooner
settling
more
and
more
on
her
beam-ends
.
