but said his arms were all right i lay in the shade brushing the flies off and directing operations while his hospital gang be blessed if he didn t make those poor heave at every rope on the pin rails before he found the one of them let go the rope in the midst of the and slipped down to the deck dead but the others the inevitable white man and made them stick by the job when the fore and main were up i told him to knock the out of the anchor chain and let her go i had had myself helped aft to the wheel where i was going to make a shift at i can t guess how he did it but instead of knocking the out down went the second anchor and there we were doubly in the end he managed to knock both out and raise the and and the filled away for the entrance our decks were a spectacle dead and dying were everywhere they were away some of them in the most inconceivable places the cabin was full of them where they had crawled off the deck and in i put and his gang to work heaving them and over they went the living and the dead the had fat that day of course our four murdered sailors went the same way their heads however we put in a sack with so that by no chance the inevitable white man should they drift on the beach and fall into the hands of the our five prisoners i decided to use as crew but they decided otherwise they watched their opportunity and went over the side got two in mid air with his revolver and would have shot the other three in the water if i hadn t stopped him i was sick of the slaughter you see and besides they d helped work the out but it was mercy thrown away for the got the three of them i had brain fever or something after we got clear of the land anyway the lay to for three weeks when i pulled myself together and we on with her to anyway those of learned the everlasting lesson that it is not good to monkey with a white man in their was certainly inevitable a long whistle and said well i should say so but whatever became of the inevitable white man he drifted into seal hunting and became a for six years he was high line of both the victoria and san the seventh year his was seized in sea by a russian and all hands so the talk went were into the salt mines at least i ve never heard of him since farming the world muttered farming the world well here s to them somebody s got to do it � farm the world i mean captain rubbed the on his bald head done my share of it he said forty years now this will be my last trip then fm going home to stay i ll the wine you don t you ll die in the harness not at home captain promptly accepted the bet but personally i think has the best of it the seed of the her iron sides pressed low in the water by her cargo of wheat rolled and made it easy for the man who was climbing aboard from out a tiny as his eyes came level with the rail so that he could see it seemed to him that he saw a dim almost haze it was more like an illusion like a that had spread abruptly over his eyes he felt an inclination to brush it away and the same instant he thought that he was growing old and that it was time to send to san for a pair of spectacles as he came over the rail he cast a glance aloft at the tall and next at the they were not working there seemed nothing the matter with the big ship and he wondered why she had hoisted o the seed of the signal of distress he thought of his happy and hoped it was not disease perhaps the ship was short of water or provisions he shook hands with the captain whose gaunt face and care worn eyes made no secret of the trouble whatever it was at the same moment the new comer was aware of a faint smell it seemed like that of burnt bread but different he glanced curiously about him twenty feet away a weary faced sailor was the deck as his eye lingered on the man he saw suddenly arise from under his hands a faint of haze that curled and twisted and was gone by now he had reached the deck his bare feet were pervaded by a dull warmth that quickly penetrated the thick he knew now the nature of the ship s distress his eyes swiftly forward where the full crew of weary faced sailors regarded him eagerly the glance from his liquid brown eyes swept over them like a soothing them the seed of them about as in the mantle of a great peace how long has she been captain he asked in a voice so gentle and that it was as the of a dove at first the captain felt the peace and content of it stealing in upon him then the consciousness of all that he had gone through and was going through smote him and he was by what right did this ragged beach in trousers and a cotton shirt suggest such a thing as peace and content to him and his exhausted soul the captain did not reason this it was the unconscious process of emotion that caused his resentment fifteen days he answered shortly who are you my name is came the answer in tones that breathed tenderness and compassion i mean are you the pilot 