FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   >>  
is way and that for a moment, then it disappeared, and in its place there sprang out a bag of yellow light, like a fire-balloon at anchor in the heavens. I could see the shadows of his head and hands moving monstrously over the inner surface of the sail, and muffled exclamations without meaning came down to me. After a moment he drew out his head and called: "All right--they're here. Heads! there below!" I ducked at his warning, and something spanked on the planking a yard from my feet. I stepped over to the vague blur on the deck and picked up a slipper--a slipper covered with some woven straw stuff and soled with a matted felt, perhaps a half-inch thick. Another struck somewhere abaft the mast, and then McCord reappeared above and began to stagger down the shrouds. Under his left arm he hugged a curious assortment of litter, a sheaf of papers, a brace of revolvers, a gray kimono, and a soiled apron. "Well," he said when he had come to deck, "I feel like a man who has gone to hell and come back again. You know I'd come to the place where I really believed that about the cat. When you think of it--By gracious! we haven't come so far from the jungle, after all." We went aft and below and sat down at the table as we had been. McCord broke a prolonged silence. "I'm sort of glad he got away--poor cuss! He's probably climbing up a wharf this minute, shivering and scared to death. Over toward the gas-tanks, by the way he was swimming. By gracious! now that the world's turned over straight again, I feel I could sleep a solid week. Poor cuss! can you imagine him, Ridgeway--" "Yes," I broke in. "I think I can. He must have lost his nerve when he made out your smoke and shinnied up there to stow away, taking the ship's papers with him. He would have attached some profound importance to them--remember, the 'barbarian,' eight thousand miles from home. Probably couldn't read a word. I suppose the cat followed him--the traditional source of food. He must have wanted water badly." "I should say! He wouldn't have taken the chances he did." "Well," I announced, "at any rate, I can say it now--there's another 'mystery of the sea' gone to pot." McCord lifted his heavy lids. "No," he mumbled. "The mystery is that a man who has been to sea all his life could sail around for three days with a man bundled up in his top and not know it. When I think of him peeking down at me--and playing off that damn cat--probably without
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   >>  



Top keywords:

McCord

 

slipper

 

papers

 

gracious

 

mystery

 

moment

 

scared

 
lifted
 

swimming

 

wouldn


mumbled

 

traditional

 

wanted

 

source

 

climbing

 

peeking

 
shivering
 

playing

 

minute

 

bundled


suppose

 

profound

 

importance

 

remember

 

attached

 

taking

 
barbarian
 

chances

 

Probably

 

announced


thousand

 

shinnied

 

turned

 

straight

 

imagine

 

Ridgeway

 

couldn

 

warning

 
spanked
 

planking


ducked
 
matted
 

covered

 
stepped
 

picked

 
called
 

balloon

 

anchor

 

heavens

 

yellow