Part 2 (2/2)
”What was _what?_” I said. ”That's just the thing I've come to ask you.
A pretty pair of fools you made of the two of us up on the p.o.o.p just now, with your hysterical tomfoolery.”
I concluded my remark in a tone of anger.
”I didn't!” he answered, in a pa.s.sionate whisper. ”You know I didn't.
You know _you_ saw it yourself. You pointed it out to the Second Mate. I saw you.”
The little beggar was nearly crying between fear, and vexation at my a.s.sumed unbelief.
”Rot!” I replied. ”You know jolly well you were sleeping in your time-keeping. You dreamed something and woke up suddenly. You were off your chump.”
I was determined to rea.s.sure him, if possible; though, goodness! I wanted a.s.surance myself. If he had known of that other thing, I had seen down on the maindeck, what then?
”I wasn't asleep, any more than you were,” he said, bitterly. ”And you know it. You're just fooling me. The s.h.i.+p's haunted.”
”What!” I said, sharply.
”She's haunted,” he said, again. ”She's haunted.”
”Who says so?” I inquired, in a tone of unbelief.
”I do! And you _know_ it. Everybody knows it; but they don't more than half believe it ... I didn't, until tonight.”
”d.a.m.ned rot!” I answered. ”That's all a blooming old sh.e.l.lback's yarn.
She's no more haunted than I am.”
”It's not d.a.m.ned rot,” he replied, totally unconvinced. ”And it's not an old sh.e.l.lback's yarn ... Why won't you say you saw it?” he cried, growing almost tearfully excited, and raising his voice again.
I warned him not to wake the sleepers.
”Why won't you say that you saw it?” he repeated.
I got up from the chest, and went towards the door.
”You're a young idiot!” I said. ”And I should advise you not to go ga.s.sing about like this, round the decks. Take my tip, and turn-in and get a sleep. You're talking dotty. Tomorrow you'll perhaps feel what an unholy a.s.s you've made of yourself.”
I stepped over the washboard, and left him. I believe he followed me to the door to say something further; but I was half-way forward by then.
For the next couple of days, I avoided him as much as possible, taking care never to let him catch me alone. I was determined, if possible, to convince him that he had been mistaken in supposing that he had seen anything that night. Yet, after all, it was little enough use, as you will soon see. For, on the night of the second day, there was a further extraordinary development, that made denial on my part useless.
III
The Man up the Main
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