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were the drifting islets。 On the port bow there was a big
one more distant and shadowily imposing by the great space
of sky it eclipsed。
On opening the door I had a back view of my very own self looking at a chart。
He had come out of the recess and was standing near the table。
〃Quite dark enough；〃 I whispered。
He stepped back and leaned against my bed with a level； quiet glance。
I sat on the couch。 We had nothing to say to each other。
Over our heads the officer of the watch moved here and there。
Then I heard him move quickly。 I knew what that meant。
He was making for the companion； and presently his voice was
outside my door。
〃We are drawing in pretty fast； sir。 Land looks rather close。〃
〃Very well；〃 I answered。 〃I am coming on deck directly。〃
I waited till he was gone out of the cuddy； then rose。 My double moved too。
The time had come to exchange our last whispers； for neither of us was ever
to hear each other's natural voice。
〃Look here！〃 I opened a drawer and took out three sovereigns。
〃Take this anyhow。 I've got six and I'd give you the lot；
only I must keep a little money to buy some fruit and vegetables
for the crew from native boats as we go through Sunda Straits。〃
He shook his head。
〃Take it；〃 I urged him； whispering desperately。
〃No one can tell what〃
He smiled and slapped meaningly the only pocket of the sleeping jacket。
It was not safe； certainly。 But I produced a large old silk handkerchief
of mine； and tying the three pieces of gold in a corner； pressed it on him。
He was touched； I supposed； because he took it at last and tied it quickly
round his waist under the jacket； on his bare skin。
Our eyes met； several seconds elapsed； till； our glances
still mingled； I extended my hand and turned the lamp out。
Then I passed through the cuddy； leaving the door of my room wide open。
。 。 。 〃Steward！〃
He was still lingering in the pantry in the greatness of his zeal；
giving a rub…up to a plated cruet stand the last thing before going to bed。
Being careful not to wake up the mate； whose room was opposite； I spoke
in an undertone。
He looked round anxiously。 〃Sir！〃
〃Can you get me a little hot water from the galley？〃
〃I am afraid； sir； the galley fire's been out for some time now。〃
〃Go and see。〃
He flew up the stairs。
〃Now；〃 I whispered； loudly； into the saloontoo loudly；
perhaps； but I was afraid I couldn't make a sound。
He was by my side in an instantthe double captain slipped past
the stairsthrough a tiny dark passage 。 。 。 a sliding door。
We were in the sail locker； scrambling on our knees over the sails。
A sudden thought struck me。 I saw myself wandering
barefooted； bareheaded； the sun beating on my dark poll。
I snatched off my floppy hat and tried hurriedly in the dark
to ram it on my other self。 He dodged and fended off silently。
I wonder what he thought had come to me before he understood
and suddenly desisted。 Our hands met gropingly；
lingered united in a steady； motionless clasp for a second。
。 。 。 No word was breathed by either of us when they separated。
I was standing quietly by the pantry door when the steward returned。
〃Sorry； sir。 Kettle barely warm。 Shall I light the spirit lamp？〃
〃Never mind。〃
I came out on deck slowly。 It was now a matter of conscience
to shave the land as close as possiblefor now he must go overboard
whenever the ship was put in stays。 Must！ There could be no going
back for him。 After a moment I walked over to leeward and my
heart flew into my mouth at the nearness of the land on the bow。
Under any other circumstances I would not have held on a minute longer。
The second mate had followed me anxiously。
I looked on till I felt I could command my voice。
〃She will weather；〃 I said then in a quiet tone。
〃Are you going to try that； sir？〃 he stammered out incredulously。
I took no notice of him and raised my tone just enough to be heard
by the helmsman。
〃Keep her good full。〃
〃Good full； sir。〃
The wind fanned my cheek； the sails slept； the world was silent。
The strain of watching the dark loom of the land grow bigger and denser
was too much for me。 I had shut my eyesbecause the ship must go closer。
She must！ The stillness was intolerable。 Were we standing still？
When I opened my eyes the second view started my heart with a thump。
The black southern hill of Koh…ring seemed to hang right over
the ship like a towering fragment of everlasting night。
On that enormous mass of blackness there was not a gleam to
be seen； not a sound to be heard。 It was gliding irresistibly
towards us and yet seemed already within reach of the hand。
I saw the vague figures of the watch grouped in the waist；
gazing in awed silence。
〃Are you going on； sir？〃 inquired an unsteady voice at my elbow。
I ignored it。 I had to go on。
〃Keep her full。 Don't check her way。 That won't do now；〃
I said warningly。
〃I can't see the sails very well；〃 the helmsman answered me；
in strange； quavering tones。
Was she close enough？ Already she was； I won't say in the shadow of the land；
but in the very blackness of it； already swallowed up as it were； gone too
close to be recalled； gone from me altogether。
〃Give the mate a call；〃 I said to the young man who stood at my elbow
as still as death。 〃And turn all hands up。〃
My tone had a borrowed loudness reverberated from the height of the land。
Several voices cried out together： 〃We are all on deck； sir。〃
Then stillness again； with the great shadow gliding closer；
towering higher； without a light； without a sound。
Such a hush had fallen on the ship that she might have been a bark
of the dead floating in slowly under the very gate of Erebus。
〃My God！ Where are we？〃
It was the mate moaning at my elbow。 He was thunderstruck；
and as it were deprived of the moral support of his whiskers。
He clapped his hands and absolutely cried out； 〃Lost！〃
〃Be quiet；〃 I said； sternly。
He lowered his tone； but I saw the shadowy gesture of his despair。
〃What are we doing here？〃
〃Looking for the land wind。〃
He made as if to tear his hair； and addressed me recklessly。
〃She will never get out。 You have done it； sir。 I knew it'd end in something
like this。 She will never weather； and you are too close now to stay。
She'll drift ashore before she's round。 O my God！〃
I caught his arm as he was raising it to batter his poor devoted head；
and shook it violently。
〃She's ashore already；〃 he wailed； trying to tear himself away。
〃Is she？ 。 。 。 Keep good full there！〃
〃Good full； sir；〃 cried the helmsman in a frightened； thin； childlike voice。
I hadn't let go the mate's arm and went on shaking it。 〃Ready about；
do you hear？ You go forward〃shake〃and stop there〃shake〃and hold
your noise〃shake〃 and see these head…sheets properly overhauled〃
shake； shakeshake。
And all the time I dared not look towards the land lest my heart
should fail me。 I released my grip at last and he ran forward
as if fleeing for dear life。
I wondered what my double there in the sail locker thought of
this commotion。 He was able to hear everythingand perhaps he was able
to understand why； on my conscience； it had to be thus closeno less。
My first order 〃Hard alee！〃 re…echoed ominously under the towering
shadow of Koh…ring as if I had shouted in a mountain gorge。
And then I watched the land intently。 In that smooth water
and light wind it was impossible to feel the ship coming…to。 No！
I could not feel her。 And my second self was making now ready
to ship out and lower himself overboard。 Perhaps he was gone
already 。 。 。 ？
The great black mass brooding over our very mastheads began to pivot away
from the ship's side silently。 And now I forgot the secret stranger ready
to depart； and remembered only that I was a total stranger to the ship。
I did not know her。 Would she do it？ How was she to be handled？
I swung the mainyard and waited helplessly。 She was perhaps stopped；
and her very fate hung in the balance； with the black mass
of Koh…ring like the gate of the everlasting night towering over
her taffrail。 What would she do now？ Had she way on her yet？
I stepped to the side swiftly； and on the shadowy water I could see
nothing except a faint phosphorescent flash revealing the glassy
smoothness of the sleeping surface。 It was impossible to tell
and I had not learned yet the feel of my ship。 Was she moving？
What I needed was something easily seen； a piece of paper；
which I could throw overboard and watch。 I had nothing on me。
To run down for it I didn't dare。 There was no time。
All at once my strained； yearning stare distinguished
a white object floating within a yard of the ship's side。
White on the black water。 A phosphorescent flash passed under it。
What was that thing？ 。 。