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He fell to thinking again, and attacked the next Frenchman that came into the fo'cas'le with the following: "Kond j'aytay malade don ma tate, kee a pree mon money-belt?" It was the ship's cook this time, and he turned and stared at Jimmy as though he had seen a ghost.
Sometimes " At that moment, the relief, one of the ordinary seamen, went up the other ladder on to the fo'cas'le head, and the old chap turned to ask him "Why the 'ell" he'd not relieved him a bit smarter. The ordinary made some reply; but what it was, I did not catch; for, abruptly, away aft, my rather sleepy gaze had lighted on something altogether extraordinary and outrageous.
The man who was carrying the lantern, went into the fo'cas'le, and we followed. "Where's ther one, belongin' to our side?" Plummer asked. "Got smashed hupstairs," answered Stubbins. "'ow were that?" Plummer inquired. Stubbins hesitated. "The Second Mate dropped it," I replied. "The sail hit it, or something."
I could stand it no longer, and I ran to the rail, on the after part of the fo'cas'le head. "Green light a little abaft the beam, Sir!" I sung out, at the top of my voice. But I had waited too long. Even as I shouted, the light blurred and vanished. I stamped my foot and swore. The thing was making a fool of me.
The brutes fairly covered them. From them, came muffled little shrieks and gasps; and there I stood, and with me were the other two men. A man darted past us into the fo'cas'le, with two grey men on his back, and I heard them kill him. The two men by me, ran suddenly across the fore hatch, and up the starboard ladder on to the fo'cas'le head.
"So damned queer that I'm inclined to think you've made a mistake." "No, Sir. I'm certain it was a light." "Where's the ship then?" he asked. "I can't say, Sir. That's just what's been puzzling me." The Second said nothing in reply; but took a couple of quick turns across the fo'cas'le head stopping at the port rail, and taking another look to leeward through his night glasses.
Meantime, whilst the bo'sun overhauled these matters, Josh called a couple of the men, and went on deck to bring up the gear from the boats, for it had been decided that we should pass the night aboard the hulk. When this was accomplished, Josh took a walk forward to the fo'cas'le; but found nothing beyond two seamen's chests; a sea-bag, and some odd gear.
A minute later, I heard him coming along the deck. He reached the foot of the starboard ladder. "Where are you, Jessop?" he inquired. "Here, Sir," I said, and went to the top of the weather ladder. He came up slowly on to the fo'cas'le head. "What's this you've been singing out about a light?" he asked. "Just point out exactly where it was you last saw it."
Yet, almost in the same instant, I saw several of the grey men disappear up the other ladder. From the fo'cas'le head above, I heard the two men commence to shout, and this died away into a loud scuffling. At that, I turned to see whether I could get away. I stared round, hopelessly; and then with two jumps, I was on the pigsty, and from there upon the top of the deckhouse.
He talked incessantly, sometimes in a soft, unintelligible murmur, sometimes in loud and emphatic tones. His eyes were brilliant but wandering, his movements were abrupt or violent, heedless or feeble, as the moment decreed. He talked about the dingy, nasty fo'cas'le, the absurdity of his not being able to get around, the fine outfit of the Sea Gull, the chill of the water.
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