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〃The what？〃 asked twenty voices。
〃The fever； ye grinning fools！〃 cried Gabbett。 〃I've seen it before to…day。 The typhus is aboard； and he's the fourth man down！〃
The circle of beast…like faces； stretched forward to 〃see the fight；〃 widened at the half…uncomprehended； ill…omened word。 It was as though a bombshell had fallen into the group。 Rufus Dawes lay on the deck motionless； breathing heavily。 The savage circle glared at his prostrate body。 The alarm ran round； and all the prison crowded down to stare at him。 All at once he uttered a groan； and turning； propped his body on his two rigid arms； and made an effort to speak。 But no sound issued from his convulsed jaws。
〃He's done；〃 said the Moocher brutally。 〃He didn't hear nuffin'； I'll pound it。〃
The noise of the heavy bolts shooting back broke the spell。 The first detachment were coming down from 〃exercise。〃 The door was flung back； and the bayonets of the guard gleamed in a ray of sunshine that shot down the hatchway。 This glimpse of sunlightsparkling at the entrance of the foetid and stifling prisonseemed to mock their miseries。 It was as though Heaven laughed at them。 By one of those terrible and strange impulses which animate crowds； the mass； turning from the sick man； leapt towards the doorway。 The interior of the prison flashed white with suddenly turned faces。 The gloom scintillated with rapidly moving hands。 〃Air！ air！ Give us air！〃
〃That's it！〃 said Sanders to his companions。 〃I thought the news would rouse 'em。〃
Gabbettall the savage in his blood stirred by the sight of flashing eyes and wrathful faceswould have thrown himself forward with the rest； but Vetch plucked him back。
〃It'll be over in a moment；〃 he said。 〃It's only a fit they've got。〃 He spoke truly。 Through the uproar was heard the rattle of iron on iron； as the guard 〃stood to their arms；〃 and the wedge of grey cloth broke； in sudden terror of the levelled muskets。
There was an instant's pause； and then old Pine walked； unmolested； down the prison and knelt by the body of Rufus Dawes。
The sight of the familiar figure； so calmly performing its familiar duty； restored all that submission to recognized authority which strict discipline begets。 The convicts slunk away into their berths； or officiously ran to help 〃the doctor；〃 with affectation of intense obedience。 The prison was like a schoolroom； into which the master had suddenly returned。 〃Stand back； my lads！ Take him up； two of you； and carry him to the door。 The poor fellow won't hurt you。〃 His orders were obeyed； and the old man； waiting until his patient had been safely received outside； raised his hand to command attention。 〃I see you know what I have to tell。 The fever has broken out。 That man has got it。 It is absurd to suppose that no one else will be seized。 I might catch it myself。 You are much crowded down here； I know； but； my lads； I can't help that； I didn't make the ship； you know。〃
〃'Ear； 'ear！〃
〃It is a terrible thing； but you must keep orderly and quiet； and bear it like men。 You know what the discipline is； and it is not in my power to alter it。 I shall do my best for your comfort； and I look to you to help me。〃
Holding his grey head very erect indeed； the brave old fellow passed straight down the line； without looking to the right or left。 He had said just enough； and he reached the door amid a chorus of 〃'Ear； 'ear！〃 〃Bravo！〃 〃True for you； docther！〃 and so on。 But when he got fairly outside； he breathed more freely。 He had performed a ticklish task； and he knew it。
〃'Ark at 'em；〃 growled the Moocher from his corner； 〃a…cheerin' at the bloody noos！〃
〃Wait a bit；〃 said the acuter intelligence of Jemmy Vetch。 〃Give 'em time。 There'll be three or four more down afore night； and then we'll see！〃
CHAPTER VIII。
A DANGEROUS CRISIS。
It was late in the afternoon when Sarah Purfoy awoke from her uneasy slumber。 She had been dreaming of the deed she was about to do； and was flushed and feverish； but； mindful of the consequences which hung upon the success or failure of the enterprise； she rallied herself； bathed her face and hands； and ascended with as calm an air as she could assume to the poop…deck。
Nothing was changed since yesterday。 The sentries' arms glittered in the pitiless sunshine； the ship rolled and creaked on the swell of the dreamy sea； and the prison…cage on the lower deck was crowded with the same cheerless figures； disposed in the attitudes of the day before。 Even Mr。 Maurice Frere； recovered from his midnight fatigues； was lounging on the same coil of rope； in precisely the same position。
Yet the eye of an acute observer would have detected some difference beneath this outward varnish of similarity。 The man at the wheel looked round the horizon more eagerly； and spit into the swirling； unwholesome…looking water with a more dejected air than before。 The fishing…lines still hung dangling over the catheads； but nobody touched them。 The soldiers and sailors on the forecastle； collected in knots； had no heart even to smoke； but gloomily stared at each other。 Vickers was in the cuddy writing； Blunt was in his cabin； and Pine； with two carpenters at work under his directions； was improvising increased hospital accommodation。 The noise of mallet and hammer echoed in the soldiers' berth ominously； the workmen might have been making coffins。 The prison was strangely silent； with the lowering silence which precedes a thunderstorm； and the convicts on deck no longer told stories； nor laughed at obscene jests； but sat together； moodily patient； as if waiting for something。 Three mentwo prisoners and a soldierhad succumbed since Rufus Dawes had been removed to the hospital； and though as yet there had been no complaint or symptom of panic； the face of each man； soldier； sailor； or prisoner； wore an expectant look； as though he wondered whose turn would come next。 On the shiprolling ceaselessly from side to side； like some wounded creature； on the opaque profundity of that stagnant oceana horrible shadow had fallen。 The Malabar seemed to be enveloped in an electric cloud； whose sullen gloom a chance spark might flash into a blaze that should consume her。
The woman who held in her hands the two ends of the chain that would produce this spark； paused； came up upon deck； and； after a glance round； leant against the poop railing； and looked down into the barricade。 As we have said； the prisoners were in knots of four and five； and to one group in particular her glance was directed。 Three men； leaning carelessly against the bulwarks； watched her every motion。
〃There she is； right enough；〃 growled Mr。 Gabbett； as if in continuation of a previous remark。 〃Flash as ever； and looking this way； too。〃
〃I don't see no wipe；〃 said the practical Moocher。
〃Patience is a virtue； most noble knuckler！〃 says the Crow； with affected carelessness。 〃Give the young woman time。〃
〃Blowed if I'm going to wait no longer；〃 says the giant； licking his coarse blue lips。 〃'Ere we've been bluffed off day arter day； and kep' dancin' round the Dandy's wench like a parcel o' dogs。 The fever's aboard； and we've got all ready。 What's the use o' waitin'？ Orfice； or no orfice； I'm for bizness at once！〃
〃There； look at that；〃 he added； with an oath； as the figure of Maurice Frere appeared side by side with that of the waiting…maid； and the two turned away up the deck together。
〃It's all right； you confounded muddlehead！〃 cried the Crow； losing patience with his perverse and stupid companion。 〃How can she give us the office with that cove at her elbow？〃
Gabbett's only reply to this question was a ferocious grunt； and a sudden elevation of his clenched fist； which caused Mr。 Vetch to retreat precipitately。 The giant did not follow； and Mr。 Vetch； folding his arms； and assuming an attitude of easy contempt； directed his attention to Sarah Purfoy。 She seemed an object of general attraction； for at the same moment a young soldier ran up the ladder to the forecastle； and eagerly bent his gaze in her direction。
Maurice Frere had come behind her and touched her on the shoulder。 Since their conversation the previous evening； he had made up his mind to be fooled no longer。 The girl was evidently playing with him； and he would show her that he was not to be trifled with。
〃Well； Sarah！〃
〃Well； Mr。 Frere；〃 dropping her hand； and turning round with a smile。
〃How well you are looking to…day！ Positively lovely！〃
〃You have told me that so often；〃 says she； with a pout。 〃Have you nothing else to say？〃
〃Except that I love you。〃 This in a most impassioned manner。
〃That is no news。 I know you do。〃
〃Curse it； Sarah； what is a fellow to do？〃 His profligacy was failing him rapidly。 〃What is the use of playing fast and loose with a fellow this way？〃
〃A 'fellow' should be able to take care of himself； Mr。 Frere。 I didn't ask you to fall in love with me； did I？ If you don't please me； it is not your fault； perhaps。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃You soldiers have so many things to think ofyour guards and sentries； and visits and things。 You have no time to spare for a poor woman like me。〃
〃Spare！〃 cries Frere； in amazement。 〃Why； damme； you won't