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have done next moment if I had not seen the steward come out of my

room, close the door, and then stand quietly by the sideboard.



"Saved," I thought. "But, no! Lost! Gone! He was gone!"

I laid my knife and fork down and leaned back in my chair. My head



swam. After a while, when sufficiently recovered to speak in a

steady voice, I instructed my mate to put the ship round at eight



o'clock himself.

"I won't come on deck," I went on. "I think I'll turn in, and



unless the wind shifts I don't want to be disturbed before

midnight. I feel a bit seedy."



"You did look middling bad a little while ago," the chief mate

remarked without showing any great concern.



They both went out, and I stared at the stewardclearing the table.

There was nothing to be read on that wretched man's face. But why



did he avoid my eyes I asked myself. Then I thought I should like

to hear the sound of his voice.



"Steward!"

"Sir!" Startled as usual.



"Where did you hang up that coat?"

"In the bath-room, sir." The usual anxious tone. "It's not quite



dry yet, sir."

For some time longer I sat in the cuddy. Had my double vanished as



he had come? But of his coming there was an explanation, whereas

his disappearance would be inexplicable. . . . I went slowly into



my dark room, shut the door, lighted the lamp, and for a time dared

not turn round. When at last I did I saw him standing bolt-upright



in the narrow recessed part. It would not be true to say I had a

shock, but an irresistible doubt of his bodilyexistence flitted



through my mind. Can it be, I asked myself, that he is not visible

to other eyes than mine? It was like being haunted. Motionless,



with a grave face, he raised his hands slightly at me in a gesture

which meant clearly, "Heavens! what a narrow escape!" Narrow



indeed. I think I had come creeping quietly as near insanity as

any man who has not actually gone over the border. That gesture



restrained me, so to speak.

The mate with the terrific whiskers was now putting the ship on the



other tack. In the moment of profound silence which follows upon

the hands going to their stations I heard on the poop his raised



voice: "Hard alee!" and the distant shout of the order repeated on

the maindeck. The sails, in that light breeze, made but a faint



fluttering noise. It ceased. The ship was coming round slowly; I

held my breath in the renewed stillness of expectation; one



wouldn't have thought that there was a single living soul on her

decks. A sudden brisk shout, "Mainsail haul!" broke the spell, and



in the noisy cries and rush overhead of the men running away with

the main-brace we two, down in my cabin, came together in our usual



position by the bed-place.

He did not wait for my question. "I heard him fumbling here and



just managed to squat myself down in the bath," he whispered to me.

"The fellow only opened the door and put his arm in to hang the



coat up. All the same - "

"I never thought of that," I whispered back, even more appalled



than before at the closeness of the shave, and marvelling at that

something unyielding in his character which was carrying him



through so finely. There was no agitation in his whisper. Whoever

was being driven distracted, it was not he. He was sane. And the



proof of his sanity was continued when he took up the whispering

again.



"It would never do for me to come to life again."

It was something that a ghost might have said. But what he was



alluding to was his old captain's reluctantadmission of the theory

of suicide. It would obviously serve his turn - if I had



understood at all the view which seemed to govern the unalterable

purpose of his action.



"You must maroon me as soon as ever you can get amongst these




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