tures, hands in the pockets of the jacket,
elbows pressed closely to its side; and the voice without resonance,
passed from anger to dismay and back again without a single louder word
in the hurried delivery, interrupted only by slight gasps for air as if
the speaker were being choked by the suppressed passion of his grief.

Mr Powell, though moved to a certain extent, was by no means carried
away. And just as he thought that it was all over, the other, fidgeting
in the darkness, was heard again explosive, bewildered but not very loud
in the silence of the ship and the great empty peace of the sea.

"They have done something to him! What is it? What can it be? Can't
you guess? Don't you know?"

"Good heavens!" Young Powell was astounded on discovering that this was
an appeal addressed to him. "How on earth can I know?"

"You do talk to that white-faced, black-eyed ... I've seen you talking
to her more than a dozen times."

Young Powell, his sympathy suddenly chilled, remarked in a disdainful
tone that Mrs Anthony's eyes were not black.

"I wish to God she had never set them on the captain, whatever colour
they are," retorted Franklin. "She and that old chap with the scraped
jaws who sits over her and stares down at her dead-white face with his
yellow eyes--confound them! Perhaps you will tell us that his eyes are
not yellow?"

Powell, not interested in the colour of Mr Smith's eyes, made a vague
gesture. Yellow or not yellow, it was all one to him.

The mate murmured to himself. "No. He can't know. No! No more than a
baby. It would take an older head."

"I don't even understand what you mean," observed Mr Powell coldly.

"And even the best head would be puzzled by such devil-work," the mate
continued, muttering. "Well, I have heard tell of women doing for a man
in one way or another when they got him fairly ashore. But to bring
their devilry to sea and fasten on such a man! ... It's something I
can't understand. But I can watch. Let them look out--I say!"

His short figure, unable to stoop, without flexibility, could not
express dejection. He was very tired suddenly; he dragged his feet
going off the poop. Before he left it with nearly an hour of his watch
below sacrificed, he addressed himself once more to our young man who
stood abreast of the mizzen rigging in an unreceptive mood expressed by
silence and immobility. He did not regret, he said, having spoken
openly on this very seri