l of their prolonged sordid as they sailed they knew not whither on their last he held but a twinkling and belief in any future state the thought of one of punishment he yet for him as for all there dwelt a horror about the end of the man sickness fell upon him at the image thus called up and when he compared it with the scene in which himself was acting and considered the doom that seemed to brood upon the a horror that was almost superstitious fell upon him and yet the strange thing was he did not he who had proved his in so many fields being now placed amid duties which he did not understand without help and it might be said without countenance had hitherto surpassed expectation and even the shameful and shocking of that night served but to nerve and strengthen him he had sold his honor he vowed it should not be in vain it shall be no fault of mine if this he repeated and in his heart he wondered at himself living rage no doubt supported him no doubt also the sense of the last cast of the ships burned of all doors closed but one which is so strong a to the merely weak and so deadly a to the merely cowardly for some time the voyage went otherwise well they with one board and the wind holding well to the southward and blowing fresh they passed between and the ebb tide and ran some days by east half east under the lee of and neither of which they made in about fourteen south and between one hundred and thirty four and one hundred and thirty five west it fell a dead calm with rather a heavy sea the captain refused to take in sail the was lashed no watch was set and the rolled and for three days according to observation in almost the same place the fourth morning a little before day a breeze sprang up and rapidly the captain had drunk hard the night before he was far from sober when he was roused and when he came on deck for the first time at half past eight it was plain he had already drunk deep again at breakfast avoided his eye and resigned the deck with indignation to a man more than half seas over by the loud commands of the captain and the singing out of fellows at the ropes he could judge from the house that sail was being crowded on the ship his breakfast and came on deck again to find the main and the set and both watches and the cook turned out to hand the stay sail the lay already far over the sky was obscured with misty and from the an ominous came up and as it rose fear thrilled in s he saw death hard by and if not death sure ruin for if the lived through the coming she the cargo of champagne must surely be with that their enterprise was at an end and they themselves bound prisoners to the very evidence of their crime the greatness of the peril and his own alarm to silence him pride wrath and shame raged without issue in his mind and he shut his teeth and folded his arms close the captain sat in the boat to orders and his eyes glazed his face deeply a bottle set between his knees a glass in his hand half empty his back was to the and he was at first intent upon the setting of the sail when that was done and the great of canvas had begun to draw and to trail the lee rail of the level with the foam he laughed out an empty laugh drained his glass back among the lumber in the boat and fetched out a novel watched him and his indignation glowed red hot he glanced to where the already the near sea and already its coming with a singular and dismal sound he glanced at the and saw him clinging to the with a face of a sickly blue he saw the crew were to their stations without orders and it seemed as if something broke in his brain and the passion of anger so long restrained so long eaten in secret burst suddenly loose and filled and shook him like a sail he stepped across to the captain and smote his hand heavily on the s shoulder the ebb tide you brute he said in a voice that look behind you s that cried bounding in the boat and the champagne you lost the sea because you were a drunken said now you re going to lose the you re going to drown here the same way as you drowned others and be damned and your daughter shall walk the streets and your sons be thieves like their father for the moment the words struck the captain white and foolish my god he cried looking at as upon a ghost my god look behind you then the the wretched man already partly did as he was told and in the same breath of time leaped to his feet down he the hands were thrilling for the order and the great sail came with a run and fell half overboard among the racing foam let the stays l be he said again but before it was well uttered the shouted aloud and fell in a solid mass of wind and rain on the and she stooped under the blow and lay like a thing dead from the mind of reason fled he clung in the weather he was done with life and he in the release he in the wild noises of the wind and the choking of the rain he to die so and now amid the cargo of champagne this of the elements and meanwhile in the waist up to his knees 