Part 32 (2/2)

”Did I speak?” I asked.

”Yes, mate,” he replied, eyeing me, curiously. ”Yer said sumthin' about a crew.”

”I must have been dreaming,” I said; and rose up to put away my plate.

XIV

_The Ghost s.h.i.+ps_

At four o'clock, when again we went on deck, the Second Mate told me to go on with a paunch mat I was making; while Tammy, he sent to get out his sinnet. I had the mat slug on the fore side of the mainmast, between it and the after end of the house; and, in a few minutes, Tammy brought his sinnet and yarns to the mast, and made fast to one of the pins.

”What do you think it was, Jessop?” he asked, abruptly, after a short silence.

I looked at him.

”What do you think?” I replied.

”I don't know what to think,” he said. ”But I've a feeling that it's something to do with all the rest,” and he indicated aloft, with his head.

”I've been thinking, too,” I remarked.

”That it is?” he inquired.

”Yes,” I answered, and told him how the idea had come to me at my dinner, that the strange men-shadows which came aboard, might come from that indistinct vessel we had seen down in the sea.

”Good Lord!” he exclaimed, as he got my meaning. And then for a little, he stood and thought.

”That's where they live, you mean?” he said, at last, and paused again.

”Well,” I replied. ”It can't be the sort of existence _we_ should call life.”

He nodded, doubtfully.

”No,” he said, and was silent again.

Presently, he put out an idea that had come to him.

”You _think_, then, that that--vessel has been with us for some time, if we'd only known?” he asked.

”All along,” I replied. ”I mean ever since these things started.”

”Supposing there are others,” he said, suddenly.

I looked at him.

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