Part 28 (1/2)

”Let me see,” said the Old Man, in a quieter tone.

The men had stood to one side to give him room, and he knelt beside the man upon the deck.

”Pa.s.s the lantern here, Jessop,” he said.

I stood by him, and held the light. The man was lying face downwards on the deck. Under the light from the lantern, the Skipper turned him over and looked at him.

”Yes,” he said, after a short examination. ”He's dead.”

He stood up and regarded the body a moment, in silence. Then he turned to the Second Mate, who had been standing by, during the last couple of minutes.

”Three!” he said, in a grim undertone.

The Second Mate nodded, and cleared his voice.

He seemed on the point of saying something; then he turned and looked at Jacobs, and said nothing.

”Three,” repeated the Old Man. ”Since eight bells!”

He stooped and looked again at Jacobs.

”Poor devil! poor devil!” he muttered.

The Second Mate grunted some of the huskiness out of his throat, and spoke.

”Where must we take him?” he asked, quietly. ”The two bunks are full.”

”You'll have to put him down on the deck by the lower bunk,” replied the Skipper.

As they carried him away, I heard the Old Man make a sound that was almost a groan. The rest of the men had gone forrard, and I do not think he realised that I was standing by him

”My G.o.d! O, my G.o.d!” he muttered, and began to walk slowly aft.

He had cause enough for groaning. There were three dead, and Stubbins had gone utterly and completely. We never saw him again.

XII

_The Council_

A few minutes later, the Second Mate came forrard again. I was still standing near the rigging, holding the lantern, in an aimless sort of way.

”That you, Plummer?” he asked.

”No, Sir,” I said. ”It's Jessop.”

”Where's Plummer, then?” he inquired.

”I don't know, Sir,” I answered. ”I expect he's gone forrard. Shall I go and tell him you want him?”