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gathering the line busily for another cast。 〃Tiga
stengah；〃 which means three fathom and a half。 For
a mile or so from seaward there was a uniform depth
of water right up to the bar。 〃Half…three。 Half…
three。 Half…three；〃and his modulated cry； returned
leisurely and monotonous； like the repeated call of a
bird； seemed to float away in sunshine and disappear in
the spacious silence of the empty sea and of a lifeless
shore lying open； north and south； east and west； with…
out the stir of a single cloud…shadow or the whisper of
any other voice。
The owner…engineer of the Sofala remained very still
behind the two seamen of different race； creed； and
color； the European with the time…defying vigor of
his old frame； the little Malay； old； too； but slight and
shrunken like a withered brown leaf blown by a chance
wind under the mighty shadow of the other。 Very
busy looking forward at the land； they had not a glance
to spare； and Massy； glaring at them from behind；
seemed to resent their attention to their duty like a per…
sonal slight upon himself。
This was unreasonable； but he had lived in his own
world of unreasonable resentments for many years。 At
last； passing his moist palm over the rare lanky wisps
of coarse hair on the top of his yellow head； he began
to talk slowly。
〃A leadsman； you want！ I suppose that's your cor…
rect mail…boat style。 Haven't you enough judgment
to tell where you are by looking at the land？ Why；
before I had been a twelvemonth in the trade I was up
to that trickand I am only an engineer。 I can point
to you from here where the bar is； and I could tell you
besides that you are as likely as not to stick her in the
mud in about five minutes from now； only you would
call it interfering； I suppose。 And there's that written
agreement of ours； that says I mustn't interfere。〃
His voice stopped。 Captain Whalley； without relax…
ing the set severity of his features； moved his lips to ask
in a quick mumble
〃How near； Serang？〃
〃Very near now； Tuan；〃 the Malay muttered rapidly。
〃Dead slow；〃 said the Captain aloud in a firm tone。
The Serang snatched at the handle of the telegraph。
A gong clanged down below。 Massy with a scornful
snigger walked off and put his head down the engine…
room skylight。
〃You may expect some rare fooling with the engines；
Jack；〃 he bellowed。 The space into which he stared was
deep and full of gloom； and the gray gleams of steel
down there seemed cool after the intense glare of the
sea around the ship。 The air； however； came up clammy
and hot on his face。 A short hoot on which it would
have been impossible to put any sort of interpretation
came from the bottom cavernously。 This was the way
in which the second engineer answered his chief。
He was a middle…aged man with an inattentive man…
ner； and apparently wrapped up in such a taciturn con…
cern for his engines that he seemed to have lost the use
of speech。 When addressed directly his only answer
would be a grunt or a hoot； according to the distance。
For all the years he had been in the Sofala he had never
been known to exchange as much as a frank Good…morn…
ing with any of his shipmates。 He did not seem aware
that men came and went in the world； he did not seem
to see them at all。 Indeed he never recognized his ship
mates on shore。 At table （the four white men of the
Sofala messed together） he sat looking into his plate
dispassionately； but at the end of the meal would jump
up and bolt down below as if a sudden thought had im…
pelled him to rush and see whether somebody had not
stolen the engines while he dined。 In port at the end of
the trip he went ashore regularly； but no one knew
where he spent his evenings or in what manner。 The
local coasting fleet had preserved a wild and incoherent
tale of his infatuation for the wife of a sergeant in an
Irish infantry regiment。 The regiment； however； had
done its turn of garrison duty there ages before； and
was gone somewhere to the other side of the earth； out
of men's knowledge。 Twice or perhaps three times in
the course of the year he would take too much to drink。
On these occasions he returned on board at an earlier
hour than usual； ran across the deck balancing himself
with his spread arms like a tight…rope walker； and
locking the door of his cabin； he would converse and
argue with himself the livelong night in an amazing
variety of tones； storm； sneer； and whine with an inex…
haustible persistence。 Massy in his berth next door；
raising himself on his elbow； would discover that his
second had remembered the name of every white man
that had passed through the Sofala for years and years
back。 He remembered the names of men that had died；
that had gone home； that had gone to America： he
remembered in his cups the names of men whose con…
nection with the ship had been so short that Massy had
almost forgotten its circumstances and could barely re…
call their faces。 The inebriated voice on the other side
of the bulkhead commented upon them all with an ex…
traordinary and ingenious venom of scandalous inven…
tions。 It seems they had all offended him in some way；
and in return he had found them all out。 He muttered
darkly； he laughed sardonically； he crushed them one
after another； but of his chief； Massy； he babbled with
an envious and naive admiration。 Clever scoundrel！
Don't meet the likes of him every day。 Just look at
him。 Ha！ Great！ Ship of his own。 Wouldn't catch
HIM going wrong。 No fearthe beast！ And Massy；
after listening with a gratified smile to these artless
tributes to his greatness； would begin to shout； thump…
ing at the bulkhead with both fists
〃Shut up； you lunatic！ Won't you let me go to
sleep； you fool！〃
But a half smile of pride lingered on his lips； outside
the solitary lascar told off for night duty in harbor；
perhaps a youth fresh from a forest village； would stand
motionless in the shadows of the deck listening to the
endless drunken gabble。 His heart would be thumping
with breathless awe of white men： the arbitrary and
obstinate men who pursue inflexibly their incompre…
hensible purposes；beings with weird intonations in the
voice； moved by unaccountable feelings； actuated by in…
scrutable motives。
VIII
For a while after his second's answering hoot Massy
hung over the engine…