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When the sun rose the immensity of water was calm, and the Iles de Salut appeared only like dark specks from the top of each swell. I was steering then. Mafile, who was pulling bow, let out an oath and said, 'We must rest. "The time to laugh had come at last. And I took my fill of it, I can tell you. I held my sides and rolled in my seat, they had such startled faces.
It is they who went to sleep as they pulled, tumbling off the thwarts head over heels suddenly, one after another. I let them lie. All the stars were out. It was a quiet world. The sun rose. Another day. Allez! En route! "They pulled badly. Their eyes rolled about and their tongues hung out. In the middle of the forenoon Mafile croaks out: 'Let us make a rush at him, Simon.
'What's got into him, the animal? cries Mafile. "And Simon, who was nearest to me, says over his shoulder to him, 'Devil take me if I don't think he's gone mad! "Then I produced the revolver. Aha! In a moment they both got the stoniest eyes you can imagine. Ha, ha! They were frightened. But they pulled. Oh, yes, they pulled all day, sometimes looking wild and sometimes looking faint.
Neither I nor others like me with warm hearts and weak heads. For I know I have not a strong head, monsieur. A black rage came upon me the rage of extreme intoxication but not against the injustice of society. Oh, no! "'I must be free! I cried, furiously. "'Vive la liberte!" yells that ruffian Mafile. 'Mort aux bourgeois who send us to Cayenne! They shall soon know that we are free.
'It's a miracle! It was the voice of Simon, otherwise Biscuit. "And another voice growled, 'What's a miracle? "'Why, there's a boat lying here! "'You must be mad, Simon! But there is, after all. . . . A boat. "They seemed awed into complete silence. The other man was Mafile. He spoke again, cautiously. "'It is fastened up. There must be somebody here.
Sometimes Mafile foamed at the mouth and sometimes he groaned. But he pulled. He dared not stop. His eyes became blood-shot all over, and he had bitten his lower lip to pieces. Simon was as hoarse as a crow. "'Comrade he begins. "'There are no comrades here. I am your patron. "'Patron, then, he says, 'in the name of humanity let us rest. "I let them.
They looked at me with the glances I remembered so well. They were happy. They smiled. "'Well, says Simon, 'the energy of that youngster has saved our lives. If he hadn't made us, we could never have pulled so far out into the track of ships. Comrade, I forgive you. I admire you. "And Mafile growls from forward: 'We owe you a famous debt of gratitude, comrade. You are cut out for a chief.
He shuddered slightly before he told me that there were two Simon, called also Biscuit, the middle-aged fitter who spoke to him in the street, and a fellow of the name of Mafile, one of the sympathetic strangers who had applauded his sentiments and consoled his humanitarian sorrows when he got drunk in the cafe.
"I spoke to them from within the hovel: 'I am here. "They came in then, and soon gave me to understand that the boat was theirs, not mine. 'There are two of us, said Mafile, 'against you alone. "I got out into the open to keep clear of them for fear of getting a treacherous blow on the head. I could have shot them both where they stood. But I said nothing.
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