Joseph Conrad ..........................................................................................................................................1

On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of halfsubmerged

bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if

abandoned forever by some nomad tribe of fishermen now gone to the other end of the ocean; for there was

no sign of human habitation as far as the eye could reach. To the left a group of barren islets, suggesting ruins

of stone walls, towers, and blockhouses, had its foundations set in a blue sea that itself looked solid, so still

and stable did it lie below my feet; even the track of light from the westering sun shone smoothly, without

that animated glitter which tells of an imperceptible ripple. And when I turned my head to take a parting

glance at the tug which had just left us anchored outside the bar, I saw the straight line of the flat shore joined

to the stable sea, edge to edge, with a perfect and unmarked closeness, in one leveled floor half brown, half

blue under the enormous dome of the sky. Corresponding in their insignificance to the islets of the sea, two

small clumps of trees, one on each side of the only fault in the impeccable joint, marked the mouth of the

river Meinam we had just left on the first preparatory stage of our homeward journey; and, far back on the

inland level, a larger and loftier mass, the grove surrounding the great Paknam pagoda, was the only thing on

which the eye could rest from the vain task of exploring the monotonous sweep of the horizon. Here and

there gleams as of a few scattered pieces of silver marked the windings of the great river; and on the nearest

of them, just within the bar, the tug steaming right into the land became lost to my sight, hull and funnel and

masts, as though the impassive earth had swallowed her up without an effort, without a tremor. My eye

followed the light cloud of her smoke, now here, now there, above the plain, according to the devious curves

of the stream, but always fainter and farther away, till I lost it at last behind the mitershaped hill of the great

pagoda. And then I was left alone with my ship, anchored at the head of the Gulf of Siam.

She floated at the starting point of a long journey, very still in an immense stillness, the shadows of her spars

flung far to the eastward by the setting sun. At that moment I was alone on her decks. There was not a sound

in herand around us nothing moved, nothing lived, not a canoe on the water, not a bird in the air, not a

cloud in the sky. In this breathless pause at the threshold of a long passage we seemed to be measuring our

fitness for a long and arduous enterprise, the appointed task of both our existences to be carried out, far from

There must have been some glare in the air to interfere with one's sight, because it was only just before the

sun left us that my roaming eyes made out beyond the highest ridges of the principal islet of the group

something which did away with the solemnity of perfect solitude. The tide of darkness flowed on swiftly; and

with tropical suddenness a swarm of stars came out above the shadowy earth, while I lingered yet, my hand

resting lightly on my ship's rail as if on the shoulder of a trusted friend. But, with all that multitude of

celestial bodies staring down at one, the comfort of quiet communion with her was gone for good. And there

were also disturbing sounds by this timevoices, footsteps forward; the steward flitted along the maindeck,

a busily ministering spirit; a hand bell tinkled urgently under the poop deck....

I found my two officers waiting for me near the supper table, in the lighted cuddy. We sat down at once, and

"Are you aware that there is a ship anchored inside the islands? I saw her mastheads above the ridge as the

He raised sharply his simple face, overcharged by a terrible growth of whisker, and emitted his usual

My second mate was a roundcheeked, silent young man, grave beyond his years, I thought; but as our eyes

happened to meet I detected a slight quiver on his lips. I looked down at once. It was not my part to

encourage sneering on board my ship. It must be said, too, that I knew very little of my officers. In

consequence of certain events of no particular significance, except to myself, I had been appointed to the

command only a fortnight before. Neither did I know much of the hands forward. All these people had been

together for eighteen months or so, and my position was that of the only stranger on board. I mention this

because it has some bearing on what is to follow. But what I felt most was my being a stranger to the ship;

and if all the truth must be told, I was somewhat of a stranger to myself. The youngest man on board (barring

the second mate), and untried as yet by a position of the fullest responsibility, I was willing to take the

adequacy of the others for granted. They had simply to be equal to their tasks; but I wondered how far I

should turn out faithful to that ideal conception of one's own personality every man sets up for himself

Meantime the chief mate, with an almost visible effect of collaboration on the part of his round eyes and

frightful whiskers, was trying to evolve a theory of the anchored ship. His dominant trait was to take all

things into earnest consideration. He was of a painstaking turn of mind. As he used to say, he "liked to

account to himself" for practically everything that came in his way, down to a miserable scorpion he had

found in his cabin a week before. The why and the wherefore of that scorpionhow it got on board and

came to select his room rather than the pantry (which was a dark place and more what a scorpion would be

partial to), and how on earth it managed to drown itself in the inkwell of his writing deskhad exercised him

infinitely. The ship within the islands was much more easily accounted for; and just as we were about to rise

from table he made his pronouncement. She was, he doubted not, a ship from home lately arrived. Probably

she drew too much water to cross the bar except at the top of spring tides. Therefore she went into that natural

"That's so," confirmed the second mate, suddenly, in his slightly hoarse voice. "She draws over twenty feet.

She's the Liverpool ship Sephora with a cargo of coal. Hundred and twentythree days from Cardiff."

"The tugboat skipper told me when he came on board for your letters, sir," explained the young man. "He

After thus overwhelming us with the extent of his information he slipped out of the cabin. The mate observed

regretfully that he "could not account for that young fellow's whims." What prevented him telling us all about

I detained him as he was making a move. For the last two days the crew had had plenty of hard work, and the

night before they had very little sleep. I felt painfully that Ia strangerwas doing something unusual when

I directed him to let all hands turn in without setting an anchor watch. I proposed to keep on deck myself till

one o'clock or thereabouts. I would get the second mate to relieve me at that hour.

"He will turn out the cook and the steward at four," I concluded, "and then give you a call. Of course at the

slightest sign of any sort of wind we'll have the hands up and make a start at once."

He concealed his astonishment. "Very well, sir." Outside the cuddy he put his head in the second mate's door

to inform him of my unheardof caprice to take a five hours' anchor watch on myself. I heard the other raise

his voice incredulously"What? The Captain himself?" Then a few more murmurs, a door closed, then

My strangeness, which had made me sleepless, had prompted that unconventional arrangement, as if I had

expected in those solitary hours of the night to get on terms with the ship of which I knew nothing, manned

by men of whom I knew very little more. Fast alongside a wharf, littered like any ship in port with a tangle of

unrelated things, invaded by unrelated shore people, I had hardly seen her yet properly. Now, as she lay

cleared for sea, the stretch of her maindeck seemed to me very find under the stars. Very fine, very roomy

for her size, and very inviting. I descended the poop and paced the waist, my mind picturing to myself the

coming passage through the Malay Archipelago, down the Indian Ocean, and up the Atlantic. All its phases

were familiar enough to me, every characteristic, all the alternatives which were likely to face me on the high

seas everything! . . . except the novel responsibility of command. But I took heart from the reasonable

thought that the ship was like other ships, the men like other men, and that the sea was not likely to keep any

Arrived at that comforting conclusion, I bethought myself of a cigar and went below to get it. All was still

down there. Everybody at the after end of the ship was sleeping profoundly. I came out again on the

quarterdeck, agreeably at ease in my sleeping suit on that warm breathless night, barefooted, a glowing

cigar in my teeth, and, going forward, I was met by the profound silence of the fore end of the ship. Only as I

passed the door of the forecastle, I heard a deep, quiet, trustful sigh of some sleeper inside. And suddenly I

rejoiced in the great security of the sea as compared with the unrest of the land, in my choice of that

untempted life presenting no disquieting problems, invested with an elementary moral beauty by the absolute

The riding light in the forerigging burned with a clear, untroubled, as if symbolic, flame, confident and bright

in the mysterious shades of the night. Passing on my way aft along the other side of the ship, I observed that

the rope side ladder, put over, no doubt, for the master of the tug when he came to fetch away our letters, had

not been hauled in as it should have been. I became annoyed at this, for exactitude in some small matters is

the very soul of discipline. Then I reflected that I had myself peremptorily dismissed my officers from duty,

and by my own act had prevented the anchor watch being formally set and things properly attended to. I

asked myself whether it was wise ever to interfere with the established routine of duties even from the kindest

of motives. My action might have made me appear eccentric. Goodness only knew how that absurdly

whiskered mate would "account" for my conduct, and what the whole ship thought of that informality of their

Not from compunction certainly, but, as it were mechanically, I proceeded to get the ladder in myself. Now a

side ladder of that sort is a light affair and comes in easily, yet my vigorous tug, which should have brought it

flying on board, merely recoiled upon my body in a totally unexpected jerk. What the devil! . . . I was so

astounded by the immovableness of that ladder that I remained stockstill, trying to account for it to myself

like that imbecile mate of mine. In the end, of course, I put my head over the rail.

The side of the ship made an opaque belt of shadow on the darkling glassy shimmer of the sea. But I saw at

once something elongated and pale floating very close to the ladder. Before I could form a guess a faint flash

of phosphorescent light, which seemed to issue suddenly from the naked body of a man, flickered in the

sleeping water with the elusive, silent play of summer lightning in a night sky. With a gasp I saw revealed to

my stare a pair of feet, the long legs, a broad livid back immersed right up to the neck in a greenish

cadaverous glow. One hand, awash, clutched the bottom rung of the ladder. He was complete but for the

head. A headless corpse! The cigar dropped out of my gaping mouth with a tiny plop and a short hiss quite

audible in the absolute stillness of all things under heaven. At that I suppose he raised up his face, a dimly

pale oval in the shadow of the ship's side. But even then I could only barely make out down there the shape of

his blackhaired head. However, it was enough for the horrid, frostbound sensation which had gripped me

about the chest to pass off. The moment of vain exclamations was past, too. I only climbed on the spare spar

and leaned over the rail as far as I could, to bring my eyes nearer to that mystery floating alongside.

As he hung by the ladder, like a resting swimmer, the sea lightning played about his limbs at every stir; and

he appeared in it ghastly, silvery, fishlike. He remained as mute as a fish, too. He made no motion to get out

of the water, either. It was inconceivable that he should not attempt to come on board, and strangely troubling

to suspect that perhaps he did not want to. And my first words were prompted by just that troubled

"What's the matter?" I asked in my ordinary tone, speaking down to the face upturned exactly under mine.

"Cramp," it answered, no louder. Then slightly anxious, "I say, no need to call anyone."

I had somehow the impression that he was on the point of letting go the ladder to swim away beyond my

kenmysterious as he came. But, for the moment, this being appearing as if he had risen from the bottom of

the sea (it was certainly the nearest land to the ship) wanted only to know the time. I told him. And he, down

He seemed to struggle with himself, for I heard something like the low, bitter murmur of doubt. "What's the

I heard a "By Jove!" whispered at the level of the water. The phosphorescence flashed in the swirl of the

The voice was calm and resolute. A good voice. The selfpossession of that man had somehow induced a

"Yes. I've been in the water practically since nine o'clock. The question for me now is whether I am to let go

this ladder and go on swimming till I sink from exhaustion, orto come on board here."

I felt this was no mere formula of desperate speech, but a real alternative in the view of a strong soul. I should

have gathered from this that he was young; indeed, it is only the young who are ever confronted by such clear

issues. But at the time it was pure intuition on my part. A mysterious communication was established already

between us twoin the face of that silent, darkened tropical sea. I was young, too; young enough to make no

comment. The man in the water began suddenly to climb up the ladder, and I hastened away from the rail to

Before entering the cabin I stood still, listening in the lobby at the foot of the stairs. A faint snore came

through the closed door of the chief mate's room. The second mate's door was on the hook, but the darkness

in there was absolutely soundless. He, too, was young and could sleep like a stone. Remained the steward, but

he was not likely to wake up before he was called. I got a sleeping suit out of my room and, coming back on

deck, saw the naked man from the sea sitting on the main hatch, glimmering white in the darkness, his elbows

on his knees and his head in his hands. In a moment he had concealed his damp body in a sleeping suit of the

same graystripe pattern as the one I was wearing and followed me like my double on the poop. Together we

"What is it?" I asked in a deadened voice, taking the lighted lamp out of the binnacle, and raising it to his

He had rather regular features; a good mouth; light eyes under somewhat heavy, dark eyebrows; a smooth,

square forehead; no growth on his cheeks; a small, brown mustache, and a wellshaped, round chin. His

expression was concentrated, meditative, under the inspecting light of the lamp I held up to his face; such as a

man thinking hard in solitude might wear. My sleeping suit was just right for his size. A wellknit young

fellow of twentyfive at most. He caught his lower lip with the edge of white, even teeth.

"Yes," I said, replacing the lamp in the binnacle. The warm, heavy tropical night closed upon his head again.

"Hadn't the slightest idea. I am the mate of her" He paused and corrected himself. "I should say I WAS."

The shadowy, dark head, like mine, seemed to nod imperceptibly above the ghostly gray of my sleeping suit.

It was, in the night, as though I had been faced by my own reflection in the depths of a somber and immense

"A pretty thing to have to own up to for a Conway boy," murmured my double, distinctly.

It was so; but being a couple of years older I had left before he joined. After a quick interchange of dates a

silence fell; and I thought suddenly of my absurd mate with his terrific whiskers and the "Bless my

soulyou don't say so" type of intellect. My double gave me an inkling of his thoughts by saying: "My

father's a parson in Norfolk. Do you see me before a judge and jury on that charge? For myself I can't see the

necessity. There are fellows that an angel from heavenAnd I am not that. He was one of those creatures

that are just simmering all the time with a silly sort of wickedness. Miserable devils that have no business to

live at all. He wouldn't do his duty and wouldn't let anybody else do theirs. But what's the good of talking!

He appealed to me as if our experiences had been as identical as our clothes. And I knew well enough the

pestiferous danger of such a character where there are no means of legal repression. And I knew well enough

also that my double there was no homicidal ruffian. I did not think of asking him for details, and he told me

the story roughly in brusque, disconnected sentences. I needed no more. I saw it all going on as though I were

"It happened while we were setting a reefed foresail, at dusk. Reefed foresail! You understand the sort of

weather. The only sail we had left to keep the ship running; so you may guess what it had been like for days.

Anxious sort of job, that. He gave me some of his cursed insolence at the sheet. I tell you I was overdone with

this terrific weather that seemed to have no end to it. Terrific, I tell youand a deep ship. I believe the fellow

himself was half crazed with funk. It was no time for gentlemanly reproof, so I turned round and felled him

like an ox. He up and at me. We closed just as an awful sea made for the ship. All hands saw it coming and

took to the rigging, but I had him by the throat, and went on shaking him like a rat, the men above us yelling,

`Look out! look out!' Then a crash as if the sky had fallen on my head. They say that for over ten minutes

hardly anything was to be seen of the shipjust the three masts and a bit of the forecastle head and of the

poop all awash driving along in a smother of foam. It was a miracle that they found us, jammed together

behind the forebitts. It's clear that I meant business, because I was holding him by the throat still when they

picked us up. He was black in the face. It was too much for them. It seems they rushed us aft together,

gripped as we were, screaming `Murder!' like a lot of lunatics, and broke into the cuddy. And the ship

running for her life, touch and go all the time, any minute her last in a sea fit to turn your hair gray only

alooking at it. I understand that the skipper, too, started raving like the rest of them. The man had been

deprived of sleep for more than a week, and to have this sprung on him at the height of a furious gale nearly

drove him out of his mind. I wonder they didn't fling me overboard after getting the carcass of their precious

shipmate out of my fingers. They had rather a job to separate us, I've been told. A sufficiently fierce story to

make an old judge and a respectable jury sit up a bit. The first thing I heard when I came to myself was the

maddening howling of that endless gale, and on that the voice of the old man. He was hanging on to my

"`Mr. Leggatt, you have killed a man. You can act no longer as chief mate of this ship.'"

His care to subdue his voice made it sound monotonous. He rested a hand on the end of the skylight to steady

himself with, and all that time did not stir a limb, so far as I could see. "Nice little tale for a quiet tea party,"

One of my hands, too, rested on the end of the skylight; neither did I stir a limb, so far as I knew. We stood

less than a foot from each other. It occurred to me that if old "Bless my soulyou don't say so" were to put

his head up the companion and catch sight of us, he would think he was seeing double, or imagine himself

come upon a scene of weird witchcraft; the strange captain having a quiet confabulation by the wheel with his

own gray ghost. I became very much concerned to prevent anything of the sort. I heard the other's soothing

"My father's a parson in Norfolk," it said. Evidently he had forgotten he had told me this important fact

"You had better slip down into my stateroom now," I said, moving off stealthily. My double followed my

movements; our bare feet made no sound; I let him in, closed the door with care, and, after giving a call to the

"No, sir. Not much," he assented, sleepily, in his hoarse voice, with just enough deference, no more, and

I paced a turn or two on the poop and saw him take up his position face forward with his elbow in the ratlines

of the mizzen rigging before I went below. The mate's faint snoring was still going on peacefully. The cuddy

lamp was burning over the table on which stood a vase with flowers, a polite attention from the ship's

provision merchant the last flowers we should see for the next three months at the very least. Two bunches

of bananas hung from the beam symmetrically, one on each side of the rudder casing. Everything was as

before in the ship except that two of her captain's sleeping suits were simultaneously in use, one

motionless in the cuddy, the other keeping very still in the captain's stateroom.

It must be explained here that my cabin had the form of the capital letter L, the door being within the angle

and opening into the short part of the letter. A couch was to the left, the bed place to the right; my writing

desk and the chronometers' table faced the door. But anyone opening it, unless he stepped right inside, had no

view of what I call the long (or vertical) part of the letter. It contained some lockers surmounted by a

bookcase; and a few clothes, a thick jacket or two, caps, oilskin coat, and such like, hung on hooks. There

was at the bottom of that part a door opening into my bathroom, which could be entered also directly from the

The mysterious arrival had discovered the advantage of this particular shape. Entering my room, lighted

strongly by a big bulkhead lamp swung on gimbals above my writing desk, I did not see him anywhere till he

He nodded. His face was thin and the sunburn faded, as though he had been ill. And no wonder. He had been,

I heard presently, kept under arrest in his cabin for nearly seven weeks. But there was nothing sickly in his

eyes or in his expression. He was not a bit like me, really; yet, as we stood leaning over my bed place,

whispering side by side, with our dark heads together and our backs to the door, anybody bold enough to

open it stealthily would have been treated to the uncanny sight of a double captain busy talking in whispers

"But all this doesn't tell me how you came to hang on to our side ladder," I inquired, in the hardly audible

murmurs we used, after he had told me something more of the proceedings on board the Sephora once the

"When we sighted Java Head I had had time to think all those matters out several times over. I had six weeks

of doing nothing else, and with only an hour or so every evening for a tramp on the quarterdeck."

He whispered, his arms folded on the side of my bed place, staring through the open port. And I could

imagine perfectly the manner of this thinking out a stubborn if not a steadfast operation; something of

"I reckoned it would be dark before we closed with the land," he continued, so low that I had to strain my

hearing near as we were to each other, shoulder touching shoulder almost. "So I asked to speak to the old

man. He always seemed very sick when he came to see meas if he could not look me in the face. You

know, that foresail saved the ship. She was too deep to have run long under bare poles. And it was I that

managed to set it for him. Anyway, he came. When I had him in my cabinhe stood by the door looking at

me as if I had the halter round my neck already I asked him right away to leave my cabin door unlocked at

night while the ship was going through Sunda Straits. There would be the Java coast within two or three

miles, off Angier Point. I wanted nothing more. I've had a prize for swimming my second year in the

"God only knows why they locked me in every night. To see some of their faces you'd have thought they

were afraid I'd go about at night strangling people. Am I a murdering brute? Do I look it? By Jove! If I had

been he wouldn't have trusted himself like that into my room. You'll say I might have chucked him aside and

bolted out, there and thenit was dark already. Well, no. And for the same reason I wouldn't think of trying

to smash the door. There would have been a rush to stop me at the noise, and I did not mean to get into a

confounded scrimmage. Somebody else might have got killedfor I would not have broken out only to get

chucked back, and I did not want any more of that work. He refused, looking more sick than ever. He was

afraid of the men, and also of that old second mate of his who had been sailing with him for yearsa

grayheaded old humbug; and his steward, too, had been with him devil knows how long seventeen years

or morea dogmatic sort of loafer who hated me like poison, just because I was the chief mate. No chief

mate ever made more than one voyage in the Sephora, you know. Those two old chaps ran the ship. Devil

only knows what the skipper wasn't afraid of (all his nerve went to pieces altogether in that hellish spell of

bad weather we had)of what the law would do to himof his wife, perhaps. Oh, yes! she's on board.

Though I don't think she would have meddled. She would have been only too glad to have me out of the ship

in any way. The `brand of Cain' business, don't you see. That's all right. I was ready enough to go off

wandering on the face of the earth and that was price enough to pay for an Abel of that sort. Anyhow, he

wouldn't listen to me. 'This thing must take its course. I represent the law here.' He was shaking like a leaf.

`So you won't?' `No!' 'Then I hope you will be able to sleep on that,' I said, and turned my back on him. `I

"Well after that, I couldn't. Not very well. That was three weeks ago. We have had a slow passage through the

Java Sea; drifted about Carimata for ten days. When we anchored here they thought, I suppose, it was all

right. The nearest land (and that's five miles) is the ship's destination; the consul would soon set about

catching me; and there would have been no object in bolding to these islets there. I don't suppose there's a

drop of water on them. I don't know how it was, but tonight that steward, after bringing me my supper, went

out to let me eat it, and left the door unlocked. And I ate itall there was, too. After I had finished I strolled

out on the quarterdeck. I don't know that I meant to do anything. A breath of fresh air was all I wanted, I

believe. Then a sudden temptation came over me. I kicked off my slippers and was in the water before I had

made up my mind fairly. Somebody heard the splash and they raised an awful hullabaloo. `He's gone! Lower

the boats! He's committed suicide! No, he's swimming.' Certainly I was swimming. It's not so easy for a

swimmer like me to commit suicide by drowning. I landed on the nearest islet before the boat left the ship's

side. I heard them pulling about in the dark, hailing, and so on, but after a bit they gave up. Everything

quieted down and the anchorage became still as death. I sat down on a stone and began to think. I felt certain

they would start searching for me at daylight. There was no place to hide on those stony things and if there

had been, what would have been the good? But now I was clear of that ship, I was not going back. So after a

while I took off all my clothes, tied them up in a bundle with a stone inside, and dropped them in the deep

water on the outer side of that islet. That was suicide enough for me. Let them think what they liked, but I

didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sankbut that's not the same thing. I struck out for

another of these little islands, and it was from that one that I first saw your riding light. Something to swim

for. I went on easily, and on the way I came upon a flat rock a foot or two above water. In the daytime, I dare

say, you might make it out with a glass from your poop. I scrambled up on it and rested myself for a bit. Then

His whisper was getting fainter and fainter, and all the time he stared straight out through the porthole, in

which there was not even a star to be seen. I had not interrupted him. There was something that made

comment impossible in his narrative, or perhaps in himself; a sort of feeling, a quality, which I can't find a

name for. And when he ceased, all I found was a futile whisper: "So you swam for our light?"

"Yesstraight for it. It was something to swim for. I couldn't see any stars low down because the coast was

in the way, and I couldn't see the land, either. The water was like glass. One might have been swimming in a

confounded thousandfeet deep cistern with no place for scrambling out anywhere; but what I didn't like was

the notion of swimming round and round like a crazed bullock before I gave out; and as I didn't mean to go

back. . . No. Do you see me being hauled back, stark naked, off one of these little islands by the scruff of the

neck and fighting like a wild beast? Somebody would have got killed for certain, and I did not want any of

He touched my shoulder lightly. Lazy footsteps came right over our heads and stopped. The second mate had

crossed from the other side of the poop and might have been hanging over the rail for all we knew.

"He couldn't hear us talkingcould he?" My double breathed into my very ear, anxiously.

His anxiety was in answer, a sufficient answer, to the question I had put to him. An answer containing all the

difficulty of that situation. I closed the porthole quietly, to make sure. A louder word might have been

And I told him a little about myself. I had been appointed to take charge while I least expected anything of

the sort, not quite a fortnight ago. I didn't know either the ship or the people. Hadn't had the time in port to

look about me or size anybody up. And as to the crew, all they knew was that I was appointed to take the ship

home. For the rest, I was almost as much of a stranger on board as himself, I said. And at the moment I felt it

most acutely. I felt that it would take very little to make me a suspect person in the eyes of the ship's

He had turned about meantime; and we, the two strangers in the ship, faced each other in identical attitudes.

"Your ladder" he murmured, after a silence. "Who'd have thought of finding a ladder hanging over at night

in a ship anchored out here! I felt just then a very unpleasant faintness. After the life I've been leading for

nine weeks, anybody would have got out of condition. I wasn't capable of swimming round as far as your

rudder chains. And, lo and behold! there was a ladder to get hold of. After I gripped it I said to myself,

`What's the good?' When I saw a man's head looking over I thought I would swim away presently and leave

him shoutingin whatever language it was. I didn't mind being looked at. II liked it. And then you

speaking to me so quietlyas if you had expected memade me hold on a little longer. It had been a

confounded lonely timeI don't mean while swimming. I was glad to talk a little to somebody that didn't

belong to the Sephora. As to asking for the captain, that was a mere impulse. It could have been no use, with

all the ship knowing about me and the other people pretty certain to be round here in the morning. I don't

know I wanted to be seen, to talk with somebody, before I went on. I don't know what I would have said. .

"Do you think they will be round here presently?" I asked with some incredulity.

"H'm. We shall see then. Meantime get into that bed," I whispered. "Want help? There."

It was a rather high bed place with a set of drawers underneath. This amazing swimmer really needed the lift I

gave him by seizing his leg. He tumbled in, rolled over on his back, and flung one arm across his eyes. And

then, with his face nearly hidden, he must have looked exactly as I used to look in that bed. I gazed upon my

other self for a while before drawing across carefully the two green serge curtains which ran on a brass rod. I

thought for a moment of pinning them together for greater safety, but I sat down on the couch, and once there

I felt unwilling to rise and hunt for a pin. I would do it in a moment. I was extremely tired, in a peculiarly

intimate way, by the strain of stealthiness, by the effort of whispering and the general secrecy of this

excitement. It was three o'clock by now and I had been on my feet since nine, but I was not sleepy; I could

not have gone to sleep. I sat there, fagged out, looking at the curtains, trying to clear my mind of the confused

sensation of being in two places at once, and greatly bothered by an exasperating knocking in my head. It was

a relief to discover suddenly that it was not in my head at all, but on the outside of the door. Before I could

collect myself the words "Come in" were out of my mouth, and the steward entered with a tray, bringing in

my morning coffee. I had slept, after all, and I was so frightened that I shouted, "This way! I am here,

steward," as though he had been miles away. He put down the tray on the table next the couch and only then

said, very quietly, "I can see you are here, sir." I felt him give me a keen look, but I dared not meet his eyes

just then. He must have wondered why I had drawn the curtains of my bed before going to sleep on the

I heard the crew washing decks above me. I knew I would have been told at once if there had been any wind.

Calm, I thought, and I was doubly vexed. Indeed, I felt dual more than ever. The steward reappeared

suddenly in the doorway. I jumped up from the couch so quickly that he gave a start.

"Very well, sir." But he did not move from the doorway and returned my stare in an extraordinary, equivocal

manner for a time. Then his eyes wavered, all his expression changed, and in a voice unusually gentle, almost

"Of course!" I turned my back on him while he popped in and out. Then I unhooked and closed the door and

even pushed the bolt. This sort of thing could not go on very long. The cabin was as hot as an oven, too. I

took a peep at my double, and discovered that he had not moved, his arm was still over his eyes; but his chest

heaved; his hair was wet; his chin glistened with perspiration. I reached over him and opened the port.

Of course, theoretically, I could do what I liked, with no one to say nay to me within the whole circle of the

horizon; but to lock my cabin door and take the key away I did not dare. Directly I put my head out of the

companion I saw the group of my two officers, the second mate barefooted, the chief mate in long

Indiarubber boots, near the break of the poop, and the steward halfway down the poop ladder talking to

them eagerly. He happened to catch sight of me and dived, the second ran down on the maindeck shouting

There was a sort of curiosity in his eye that I did not like. I don't know whether the steward had told them that

I was "queer" only, or downright drunk, but I know the man meant to have a good look at me. I watched him

coming with a smile which, as he got into pointblank range, took effect and froze his very whiskers. I did

It was the first particular order I had given on board that ship; and I stayed on deck to see it executed, too. I

had felt the need of asserting myself without loss of time. That sneering young cub got taken down a peg or

two on that occasion, and I also seized the opportunity of having a good look at the face of every foremast

man as they filed past me to go to the after braces. At breakfast time, eating nothing myself, I presided with

such frigid dignity that the two mates were only too glad to escape from the cabin as soon as decency

permitted; and all the time the dual working of my mind distracted me almost to the point of insanity. I was

constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality, sleeping in

that bed, behind that door which faced me as I sat at the head of the table. It was very much like being mad,

I had to shake him for a solid minute, but when at last he opened his eyes it was in the full possession of his

He did so, as noiseless as a ghost, and then I rang for the steward, and facing him boldly, directed him to tidy

up my stateroom while I was having my bath"and be quick about it." As my tone admitted of no excuses,

he said, "Yes, sir," and ran off to fetch his dustpan and brushes. I took a bath and did most of my dressing,

splashing, and whistling softly for the steward's edification, while the secret sharer of my life stood drawn up

bolt upright in that little space, his face looking very sunken in daylight, his eyelids lowered under the stern,

When I left him there to go back to my room the steward was finishing dusting. I sent for the mate and

engaged him in some insignificant conversation. It was, as it were, trifling with the terrific character of his

whiskers; but my object was to give him an opportunity for a good look at my cabin. And then I could at last

shut, with a clear conscience, the door of my stateroom and get my double back into the recessed part. There

was nothing else for it. He had to sit still on a small folding stool, half smothered by the heavy coats hanging

there. We listened to the steward going into the bathroom out of the saloon, filling the water bottles there,

scrubbing the bath, setting things to rights, whisk, bang, clatterout again into the saloonturn the

keyclick. Such was my scheme for keeping my second self invisible. Nothing better could be contrived

under the circumstances. And there we sat; I at my writing desk ready to appear busy with some papers, he

behind me out of sight of the door. It would not have been prudent to talk in daytime; and I could not have

stood the excitement of that queer sense of whispering to myself. Now and then, glancing over my shoulder, I

saw him far back there, sitting rigidly on the low stool, his bare feet close together, his arms folded, his head

I was fascinated by it myself. Every moment I had to glance over my shoulder. I was looking at him when a

"Well! . . . I kept my eyes on him, and so when the voice outside the door announced, "There's a ship's boat

coming our way, sir," I saw him give a startthe first movement he had made for hours. But he did not raise

I hesitated. Should I whisper something to him? But what? His immobility seemed to have been never

disturbed. What could I tell him he did not know already? . . . Finally I went on deck.

The skipper of the Sephora had a thin red whisker all round his face, and the sort of complexion that goes

with hair of that color; also the particular, rather smeary shade of blue in the eyes. He was not exactly a

showy figure; his shoulders were high, his stature but middlingone leg slightly more bandy than the other.

He shook hands, looking vaguely around. A spiritless tenacity was his main characteristic, I judged. I

behaved with a politeness which seemed to disconcert him. Perhaps he was shy. He mumbled to me as if he

were ashamed of what he was saying; gave his name (it was something like Archbold but at this distance

of years I hardly am sure), his ship's name, and a few other particulars of that sort, in the manner of a criminal

making a reluctant and doleful confession. He had had terrible weather on the passage

By this time we were seated in the cabin and the steward brought in a tray with a bottle and glasses. "Thanks!

No." Never took liquor. Would have some water, though. He drank two tumblerfuls. Terrible thirsty work.

As he persisted in his mumbling and I wanted my double to hear every word, I hit upon the notion of

"Such a young man, too!" he nodded, keeping his smeary blue, unintelligent eyes fastened upon me. "What

was the cause of it some disease?" he inquired, without the least sympathy and as if he thought that, if so,

"Yes; disease," I admitted in a cheerful tone which seemed to shock him. But my point was gained, because

he had to raise his voice to give me his tale. It is not worth while to record his version. It was just over two

months since all this had happened, and he had thought so much about it that he seemed completely muddled

"What would you think of such a thing happening on board your own ship? I've had the Sephora for these

He was densely distressedand perhaps I should have sympathized with him if I had been able to detach my

mental vision from the unsuspected sharer of my cabin as though he were my second self. There he was on

the other side of the bulkhead, four or five feet from us, no more, as we sat in the saloon. I looked politely at

Captain Archbold (if that was his name), but it was the other I saw, in a gray sleeping suit, seated on a low

stool, his bare feet close together, his arms folded, and every word said between us falling into the ears of his

"I have been at sea now, man and boy, for sevenandthirty years, and I've never heard of such a thing

happening in an English ship. And that it should be my ship. Wife on board, too."

"Don't you think," I said, "that the heavy sea which, you told me, came aboard just then might have killed the

man? I have seen the sheer weight of a sea kill a man very neatly, by simply breaking his neck."

"Good God!" he uttered, impressively, fixing his smeary blue eyes on me. "The sea! No man killed by the sea

ever looked like that." He seemed positively scandalized at my suggestion. And as I gazed at him certainly

not prepared for anything original on his part, he advanced his head close to mine and thrust his tongue out at

After scoring over my calmness in this graphic way he nodded wisely. If I had seen the sight, he assured me,

I would never forget it as long as I lived. The weather was too bad to give the corpse a proper sea burial. So

next day at dawn they took it up on the poop, covering its face with a bit of bunting; he read a short prayer,

and then, just as it was, in its oilskins and long boots, they launched it amongst those mountainous seas that

seemed ready every moment to swallow up the ship herself and the terrified lives on board of her.

"Under Godit did," he exclaimed fervently. "It was by a special mercy, I firmly believe, that it stood some

"God's own hand in it," he interrupted me. "Nothing less could have done it. I don't mind telling you that I

hardly dared give the order. It seemed impossible that we could touch anything without losing it, and then our

The terror of that gale was on him yet. I let him go on for a bit, then said, casuallyas if returning to a minor

He was. To the law. His obscure tenacity on that point had in it something incomprehensible and a little

awful; something, as it were, mystical, quite apart from his anxiety that he should not be suspected of

"countenancing any doings of that sort." Sevenandthirty virtuous years at sea, of which over twenty of

immaculate command, and the last fifteen in the Sephora, seemed to have laid him under some pitiless

"And you know," he went on, groping shamefacedly amongst his feelings, "I did not engage that young

fellow. His people had some interest with my owners. I was in a way forced to take him on. He looked very

smart, very gentlemanly, and all that. But do you knowI never liked him, somehow. I am a plain man. You

I had become so connected in thoughts and impressions with the secret sharer of my cabin that I felt as if I,

personally, were being given to understand that I, too, was not the sort that would have done for the chief

"Not at all the style of man. You understand," he insisted, superfluously, looking hard at me.

"Unless you manage to recover him before tomorrow," I assented, dispassionately. . . . "I mean, alive."

He mumbled something which I really did not catch, and I turned my ear to him in a puzzled manner. He

My lack of excitement, of curiosity, of surprise, of any sort of pronounced interest, began to arouse his

distrust. But except for the felicitous pretense of deafness I had not tried to pretend anything. I had felt utterly

incapable of playing the part of ignorance properly, and therefore was afraid to try. It is also certain that he

had brought some readymade suspicions with him, and that he viewed my politeness as a strange and

unnatural phenomenon. And yet how else could I have received him? Not heartily! That was impossible for

psychological reasons, which I need not state here. My only object was to keep off his inquiries. Surlily? Yes,

but surliness might have provoked a pointblank question. From its novelty to him and from its nature,

punctilious courtesy was the manner best calculated to restrain the man. But there was the danger of his

breaking through my defense bluntly. I could not, I think, have met him by a direct lie, also for psychological

(not moral) reasons. If he had only known how afraid I was of his putting my feeling of identity with the

other to the test! But, strangely enough(I thought of it only afterwards) I believe that he was not a little

disconcerted by the reverse side of that weird situation, by something in me that reminded him of the man he

was seekingsuggested a mysterious similitude to the young fellow he had distrusted and disliked from the

However that might have been, the silence was not very prolonged. He took another oblique step.

Another pause full of mistrust followed. Necessity, they say, is mother of invention, but fear, too, is not

barren of ingenious suggestions. And I was afraid he would ask me pointblank for news of my other self.

"Nice little saloon, isn't it?" I remarked, as if noticing for the first time the way his eyes roamed from one

closed door to the other. "And very well fitted out, too. Here, for instance," I continued, reaching over the

He made an eager movement, but hardly gave it a glance. I got up, shut the door of the bathroom, and invited

him to have a look round, as if I were very proud of my accomodation. He had to rise and be shown round,

"And now we'll have a look at my stateroom," I declared, in a voice as loud as I dared to make it, crossing the

He followed me in and gazed around. My intelligent double had vanished. I played my part.

Very nice. Very comf . . ." He didn't finish and went out brusquely as if to escape from some unrighteous

wiles of mine. But it was not to be. I had been too frightened not to feel vengeful; I felt I had him on the run,

and I meant to keep him on the run. My polite insistence must have had something menacing in it, because he

gave in suddenly. And I did not let him off a single item; mate's room, pantry, storerooms, the very sail locker

which was also under the poophe had to look into them all. When at last I showed him out on the

quarterdeck he drew a long, spiritless sigh, and mumbled dismally that he must really be going back to his

The man of whiskers gave a blast on the whistle which he used to wear hanging round his neck, and yelled,

"Sephora's away!" My double down there in my cabin must have heard, and certainly could not feel more

relieved than I. Four fellows came running out from somewhere forward and went over the side, while my

own men, appearing on deck too, lined the rail. I escorted my visitor to the gangway ceremoniously, and

nearly overdid it. He was a tenacious beast. On the very ladder he lingered, and in that unique, guiltily

I had an idea of what he meant to say, and just saved myself by the privilege of defective hearing. He was too

shaken generally to insist, but my mate, close witness of that parting, looked mystified and his face took on a

thoughtful cast. As I did not want to appear as if I wished to avoid all communication with my officers, he

"Seems a very nice man. His boat's crew told our chaps a very extraordinary story, if what I am told by the

"Bless my soulyou don't say so! But of course I've no acquaintance whatever with American ships, not I so

I couldn't go against your knowledge. It's horrible enough for me. . . . But the queerest part is that those

fellows seemed to have some idea the man was hidden aboard here. They had really. Did you ever hear of

We were walking to and fro athwart the quarterdeck. No one of the crew forward could be seen (the day was

"There was some little dispute about it. Our chaps took offense. `As if we would harbor a thing like that,' they

said. `Wouldn't you like to look for him in our coalhole?' Quite a tiff. But they made it up in the end. I

I left him suddenly. I felt I was producing a bad impression, but with my double down there it was most

trying to be on deck. And it was almost as trying to be below. Altogether a nervetrying situation. But on the

whole I felt less torn in two when I was with him. There was no one in the whole ship whom I dared take into

my confidence. Since the hands had got to know his story, it would have been impossible to pass him off for

anyone else, and an accidental discovery was to be dreaded now more than ever. . . .

The steward being engaged in laying the table for dinner, we could talk only with our eyes when I first went

down. Later in the afternoon we had a cautious try at whispering. The Sunday quietness of the ship was

against us; the stillness of air and water around her was against us; the elements, the men were against

useverything was against us in our secret partnership; time itselffor this could not go on forever. The

very trust in Providence was, I suppose, denied to his guilt. Shall I confess that this thought cast me down

very much? And as to the chapter of accidents which counts for so much in the book of success, I could only

"Did you hear everything?" were my first words as soon as we took up our position side by side, leaning over

He had. And the proof of it was his earnest whisper, "The man told you he hardly dared to give the order."

"I assure you he never gave the order. He may think he did, but he never gave it. He stood there with me on

the break of the poop after the main topsail blew away, and whimpered about our last hope positively

whimpered about it and nothing elseand the night coming on! To hear one's skipper go on like that in such

weather was enough to drive any fellow out of his mind. It worked me up into a sort of desperation. I just

took it into my own hands and went away from him, boiling, andBut what's the use telling you? YOU

know! . . . Do you think that if I had not been pretty fierce with them I should have got the men to do

anything? Not It! The bo's'n perhaps? Perhaps! It wasn't a heavy seait was a sea gone mad! I suppose the

end of the world will be something like that; and a man may have the heart to see it coming once and be done

with it but to have to face it day after dayI don't blame anybody. I was precious little better than the rest.

"I quite understand," I conveyed that sincere assurance into his ear. He was out of breath with whispering; I

could hear him pant slightly. It was all very simple. The same strungup force which had given twentyfour

men a chance, at least, for their lives, had, in a sort of recoil, crushed an unworthy mutinous existence.

But I had no leisure to weigh the merits of the matter footsteps in the saloon, a heavy knock. "There's

enough wind to get under way with, sir." Here was the call of a new claim upon my thoughts and even upon

I was going out to make the acquaintance of my ship. Before I left the cabin our eyes metthe eyes of the

only two strangers on board. I pointed to the recessed part where the little campstool awaited him and laid my

finger on my lips. He made a gesturesomewhat vaguea little mysterious, accompanied by a faint smile,

This is not the place to enlarge upon the sensations of a man who feels for the first time a ship move under his

feet to his own independent word. In my case they were not unalloyed. I was not wholly alone with my

command; for there was that stranger in my cabin. Or rather, I was not completely and wholly with her. Part

of me was absent. That mental feeling of being in two places at once affected me physically as if the mood of

secrecy had penetrated my very soul. Before an hour had elapsed since the ship had begun to move, having

occasion to ask the mate (he stood by my side) to take a compass bearing of the pagoda, I caught myself

reaching up to his ear in whispers. I say I caught myself, but enough had escaped to startle the man. I can't

describe it otherwise than by saying that he shied. A grave, preoccupied manner, as though he were in

possession of some perplexing intelligence, did not leave him henceforth. A little later I moved away from

the rail to look at the compass with such a stealthy gait that the helmsman noticed it and I could not help

noticing the unusual roundness of his eyes. These are trifling instances, though it's to no commander's

advantage to be suspected of ludicrous eccentricities. But I was also more seriously affected. There are to a

seaman certain words, gestures, that should in given conditions come as naturally, as instinctively as the

winking of a menaced eye. A certain order should spring on to his lips without thinking; a certain sign should

get itself made, so to speak, without reflection. But all unconscious alertness had abandoned me. I had to

make an effort of will to recall myself back (from the cabin) to the conditions of the moment. I felt that I was

appearing an irresolute commander to those people who were watching me more or less critically.

And, besides, there were the scares. On the second day out, for instance, coming off the deck in the afternoon

(I had straw slippers on my bare feet) I stopped at the open pantry door and spoke to the steward. He was

doing something there with his back to me. At the sound of my voice he nearly jumped out of his skin, as the

He was extremely confused. "Beg your pardon, sir. I made sure you were in your cabin."

"No, sir. I could have sworn I had heard you moving in there not a moment ago. It's most extraordinary . . .

I passed on with an inward shudder. I was so identified with my secret double that I did not even mention the

fact in those scanty, fearful whispers we exchanged. I suppose he had made some slight noise of some kind or

other. It would have been miraculous if he hadn't at one time or another. And yet, haggard as he appeared, he

looked always perfectly selfcontrolled, more than calmalmost invulnerable. On my suggestion he

remained almost entirely in the bathroom, which, upon the whole, was the safest place. There could be really

no shadow of an excuse for anyone ever wanting to go in there, once the steward had done with it. It was a

very tiny place. Sometimes he reclined on the floor, his legs bent, his head sustained on one elbow. At others

I would find him on the campstool, sitting in his gray sleeping suit and with his cropped dark hair like a

patient, unmoved convict. At night I would smuggle him into my bed place, and we would whisper together,

with the regular footfalls of the officer of the watch passing and repassing over our heads. It was an infinitely

miserable time. It was lucky that some tins of fine preserves were stowed in a locker in my stateroom; hard

bread I could always get hold of; and so he lived on stewed chicken, PATE DE FOIE GRAS, asparagus,

cooked oysters, sardines on all sorts of abominable sham delicacies out of tins. My earlymorning coffee

Every day there was the horrible maneuvering to go through so that my room and then the bathroom should

be done in the usual way. I came to hate the sight of the steward, to abhor the voice of that harmless man. I

felt that it was he who would bring on the disaster of discovery. It hung like a sword over our heads.

The fourth day out, I think (we were then working down the east side of the Gulf of Siam, tack for tack, in

light winds and smooth water) the fourth day, I say, of this miserable juggling with the unavoidable, as we

sat at our evening meal, that man, whose slightest movement I dreaded, after putting down the dishes ran up

on deck busily. This could not be dangerous. Presently he came down again; and then it appeared that he had

remembered a coat of mine which I had thrown over a rail to dry after having been wetted in a shower which

had passed over the ship in the afternoon. Sitting stolidly at the head of the table I became terrified at the

sight of the garment on his arm. Of course he made for my door. There was no time to lose.

"Steward," I thundered. My nerves were so shaken that I could not govern my voice and conceal my

agitation. This was the sort of thing that made my terrifically whiskered mate tap his forehead with his

forefinger. I had detected him using that gesture while talking on deck with a confidential air to the carpenter.

It was too far to hear a word, but I had no doubt that this pantomime could only refer to the strange new

"Yes, sir," the palefaced steward turned resignedly to me. It was this maddening course of being shouted at,

checked without rhyme or reason, arbitrarily chased out of my cabin, suddenly called into it, sent flying out

of his pantry on incomprehensible errands, that accounted for the growing wretchedness of his expression.

My object was attained, as of course my other self in there would have heard everything that passed. During

this interlude my two officers never raised their eyes off their respective plates; but the lip of that confounded

I expected the steward to hook my coat on and come out at once. He was very slow about it; but I dominated

my nervousness sufficiently not to shout after him. Suddenly I became aware (it could be heard plainly

enough) that the fellow for some reason or other was opening the door of the bathroom. It was the end. The

place was literally not big enough to swing a cat in. My voice died in my throat and I went stony all over. I

expected to hear a yell of surprise and terror, and made a movement, but had not the strength to get on my

legs. Everything remained still. Had my second self taken the poor wretch by the throat? I don't know what I

could have done next moment if I had not seen the steward come out of my room, close the door, and then

I laid my knife and fork down and leaned back in my chair. My head swam. After a while, when sufficiently

recovered to speak in a steady voice, I instructed my mate to put the ship round at eight o'clock himself.

"I won't come on deck," I went on. "I think I'll turn in, and unless the wind shifts I don't want to be disturbed

"You did look middling bad a little while ago," the chief mate remarked without showing any great concern.

They both went out, and I stared at the steward clearing the table. There was nothing to be read on that

wretched man's face. But why did he avoid my eyes, I asked myself. Then I thought I should like to hear the

For some time longer I sat in the cuddy. Had my double vanished as he had come? But of his coming there

was an explanation, whereas his disappearance would be inexplicable. . . . I went slowly into my dark room,

shut the door, lighted the lamp, and for a time dared not turn round. When at last I did I saw him standing

boltupright in the narrow recessed part. It would not be true to say I had a shock, but an irresistible doubt of

his bodily existence flitted through my mind. Can it be, I asked myself, that he is not visible to other eyes

than mine? It was like being haunted. Motionless, with a grave face, he raised his hands slightly at me in a

gesture which meant clearly, "Heavens! what a narrow escape!" Narrow indeed. I think I had come creeping

quietly as near insanity as any man who has not actually gone over the border. That gesture restrained me, so

The mate with the terrific whiskers was now putting the ship on the other tack. In the moment of profound

silence which follows upon the hands going to their stations I heard on the poop his raised voice: "Hard alee!"

and the distant shout of the order repeated on the maindeck. The sails, in that light breeze, made but a faint

fluttering noise. It ceased. The ship was coming round slowly: I held my breath in the renewed stillness of

expectation; one wouldn't have thought that there was a single living soul on her decks. A sudden brisk shout,

"Mainsail haul!" broke the spell, and in the noisy cries and rush overhead of the men running away with the

main brace we two, down in my cabin, came together in our usual position by the bed place.

He did not wait for my question. "I heard him fumbling here and just managed to squat myself down in the

bath," he whispered to me. "The fellow only opened the door and put his arm in to hang the coat up. All the

"I never thought of that," I whispered back, even more appalled than before at the closeness of the shave, and

marveling at that something unyielding in his character which was carrying him through so finely. There was

no agitation in his whisper. Whoever was being driven distracted, it was not he. He was sane. And the proof

It was something that a ghost might have said. But what he was alluding to was his old captain's reluctant

admission of the theory of suicide. It would obviously serve his turnif I had understood at all the view

"You must maroon me as soon as ever you can get amongst these islands off the Cambodge shore," he went

"Maroon you! We are not living in a boy's adventure tale," I protested. His scornful whispering took me up.

"We aren't indeed! There's nothing of a boy's tale in this. But there's nothing else for it. I want no more. You

don't suppose I am afraid of what can be done to me? Prison or gallows or whatever they may please. But you

don't see me coming back to explain such things to an old fellow in a wig and twelve respectable tradesmen,

do you? What can they know whether I am guilty or not or of WHAT I am guilty, either? That's my affair.

What does the Bible say? `Driven off the face of the earth.' Very well, I am off the face of the earth now. As I

"Can't? . . . Not naked like a soul on the Day of Judgment. I shall freeze on to this sleeping suit. The Last Day

I felt suddenly ashamed of myself. I may say truly that I understood and my hesitation in letting that man

swim away from my ship's side had been a mere sham sentiment, a sort of cowardice.

"It can't be done now till next night," I breathed out. "The ship is on the offshore tack and the wind may fail

"As long as I know that you understand," he whispered. "But of course you do. It's a great satisfaction to have

got somebody to understand. You seem to have been there on purpose." And in the same whisper, as if we

two whenever we talked had to say things to each other which were not fit for the world to hear, he added,

We remained side by side talking in our secret way but sometimes silent or just exchanging a whispered

word or two at long intervals. And as usual he stared through the port. A breath of wind came now and again

into our faces. The ship might have been moored in dock, so gently and on an even keel she slipped through

the water, that did not murmur even at our passage, shadowy and silent like a phantom sea.

At midnight I went on deck, and to my mate's great surprise put the ship round on the other tack. His terrible

whiskers flitted round me in silent criticism. I certainly should not have done it if it had been only a question

of getting out of that sleepy gulf as quickly as possible. I believe he told the second mate, who relieved him,

that it was a great want of judgment. The other only yawned. That intolerable cub shuffled about so sleepily

and lolled against the rails in such a slack, improper fashion that I came down on him sharply.

"Well, then, be good enough to hold yourself as if you were. And keep a lookout. If there's any current we'll

The east side of the gulf is fringed with islands, some solitary, others in groups. One the blue background of

the high coast they seem to float on silvery patches of calm water, arid and gray, or dark green and rounded

like clumps of evergreen bushes, with the larger ones, a mile or two long, showing the outlines of ridges, ribs

of gray rock under the dark mantle of matted leafage. Unknown to trade, to travel, almost to geography, the

manner of life they harbor is an unsolved secret. There must be villages settlements of fishermen at

leaston the largest of them, and some communication with the world is probably kept up by native craft.

But all that forenoon, as we headed for them, fanned along by the faintest of breezes, I saw no sign of man or

At noon I have no orders for a change of course, and the mate's whiskers became much concerned and

The stare of extreme surprise imparted an air of ferocity also to his eyes, and he looked truly terrific for a

"We're not doing well in the middle of the gulf," I continued, casually. "I am going to look for the land

"Bless my soul! Do you mean, sir, in the dark amongst the lot of all them islands and reefs and shoals?"

"Wellif there are any regular land breezes at all on this coast one must get close inshore to find them,

"Bless my soul!" he exclaimed again under his breath. All that afternoon he wore a dreamy, contemplative

appearance which in him was a mark of perplexity. After dinner I went into my stateroom as if I meant to

take some rest. There we two bent our dark heads over a halfunrolled chart lying on my bed.

"There," I said. "It's got to be Kohring. I've been looking at it ever since sunrise. It has got two hills and a

low point. It must be inhabited. And on the coast opposite there is what looks like the mouth of a biggish

riverwith some towns, no doubt, not far up. It's the best chance for you that I can see."

He looked thoughtfully at the chart as if surveying chances and distances from a lofty heightand following

with his eyes his own figure wandering on the blank land of CochinChina, and then passing off that piece of

paper clean out of sight into uncharted regions. And it was as if the ship had two captains to plan her course

for her. I had been so worried and restless running up and down that I had not had the patience to dress that

day. I had remained in my sleeping suit, with straw slippers and a soft floppy hat. The closeness of the heat in

the gulf had been most oppressive, and the crew were used to seeing me wandering in that airy attire.

"She will clear the south point as she heads now," I whispered into his ear. "Goodness only knows when,

though, but certainly after dark. I'll edge her in to half a mile, as far as I may be able to judge in the dark"

"Be careful," he murmured, warninglyand I realized suddenly that all my future, the only future for which

I was fit, would perhaps go irretrievably to pieces in any mishap to my first command.

I could not stop a moment longer in the room. I motioned him to get out of sight and made my way on the

poop. That unplayful cub had the watch. I walked up and down for a while thinking things out, then beckoned

He actually had the impudence, or else so forgot himself in his wonder at such an incomprehensible order, as

"The only reason you need concern yourself about is because I tell you to do so. Have them open wide and

He reddened and went off, but I believe made some jeering remark to the carpenter as to the sensible practice

of ventilating a ship's quarterdeck. I know he popped into the mate's cabin to impart the fact to him because

the whiskers came on deck, as it were by chance, and stole glances at me from below for signs of lunacy or

A little before supper, feeling more restless than ever, I rejoined, for a moment, my second self. And to find

"I shall stand in as close as I dare and then put her round. I will presently find means to smuggle you out of

here into the sail locker, which communicates with the lobby. But there is an opening, a sort of square for

hauling the sails out, which gives straight on the quarterdeck and which is never closed in fine weather, so

as to give air to the sails. When the ship's way is deadened in stays and all the hands are aft at the main braces

you will have a clear road to slip out and get overboard through the open quarterdeck port. I've had them

both fastened up. Use a rope's end to lower yourself into the water so as to avoid a splashyou know. It

"I won't be there to see you go," I began with an effort. "The rest . . . I only hope I have understood, too."

"You have. From first to last"and for the first time there seemed to be a faltering, something strained in his

whisper. He caught hold of my arm, but the ringing of the supper bell made me start. He didn't though; he

After supper I didn't come below again till well past eight o'clock. The faint, steady breeze was loaded with

dew; and the wet, darkened sails held all there was of propelling power in it. The night, clear and starry,

sparkled darkly, and the opaque, lightless patches shifting slowly against the low stars were the drifting islets.

On the port bow there was a big one more distant and shadowily imposing by the great space of sky it

On opening the door I had a back view of my very own self looking at a chart. He had come out of the recess

He stepped back and leaned against my bed with a level, quiet glance. I sat on the couch. We had nothing to

say to each other. Over our heads the officer of the watch moved here and there. Then I heard him move

quickly. I knew what that meant. He was making for the companion; and presently his voice was outside my

I waited till he was gone out of the cuddy, then rose. My double moved too. The time had come to exchange

our last whispers, for neither of us was ever to hear each other's natural voice.

"Look here!" I opened a drawer and took out three sovereigns. "Take this anyhow. I've got six and I'd give

you the lot, only I must keep a little money to buy some fruit and vegetables for the crew from native boats as

He smiled and slapped meaningly the only pocket of the sleeping jacket. It was not safe, certainly. But I

produced a large old silk handkerchief of mine, and tying the three pieces of gold in a corner, pressed it on

him. He was touched, I supposed, because he took it at last and tied it quickly round his waist under the

Our eyes met; several seconds elapsed, till, our glances still mingled, I extended my hand and turned the lamp

out. Then I passed through the cuddy, leaving the door of my room wide open. . . . "Steward!"

He was still lingering in the pantry in the greatness of his zeal, giving a rubup to a plated cruet stand the last

thing before going to bed. Being careful not to wake up the mate, whose room was opposite, I spoke in an

"Now," I whispered, loudly, into the saloontoo loudly, perhaps, but I was afraid I couldn't make a sound.

He was by my side in an instantthe double captain slipped past the stairsthrough a tiny dark passage . . .

a sliding door. We were in the sail locker, scrambling on our knees over the sails. A sudden thought struck

me. I saw myself wandering barefooted, bareheaded, the sun beating on my dark poll. I snatched off my

floppy hat and tried hurriedly in the dark to ram it on my other self. He dodged and fended off silently. I

wonder what he thought had come to me before he understood and suddenly desisted. Our hands met

gropingly, lingered united in a steady, motionless clasp for a second. . . . No word was breathed by either of

I came out on deck slowly. It was now a matter of conscience to shave the land as close as possiblefor now

he must go overboard whenever the ship was put in stays. Must! There could be no going back for him. After

a moment I walked over to leeward and my heart flew into my mouth at the nearness of the land on the bow.

Under any other circumstances I would not have held on a minute longer. The second mate had followed me

I took no notice of him and raised my tone just enough to be heard by the helmsman.

The wind fanned my cheek, the sails slept, the world was silent. The strain of watching the dark loom of the

land grow bigger and denser was too much for me. I had shut my eyesbecause the ship must go closer. She

When I opened my eyes the second view started my heart with a thump. The black southern hill of Kohring

seemed to hang right over the ship like a towering fragment of everlasting night. On that enormous mass of

blackness there was not a gleam to be seen, not a sound to be heard. It was gliding irresistibly towards us and

yet seemed already within reach of the hand. I saw the vague figures of the watch grouped in the waist,

"I can't see the sails very well," the helmsman answered me, in strange, quavering tones.

Was she close enough? Already she was, I won't say in the shadow of the land, but in the very blackness of it,

already swallowed up as it were, gone too close to be recalled, gone from me altogether.

"Give the mate a call," I said to the young man who stood at my elbow as still as death. "And turn all hands

My tone had a borrowed loudness reverberated from the height of the land. Several voices cried out together:

Then stillness again, with the great shadow gliding closer, towering higher, without a light, without a sound.

Such a hush had fallen on the ship that she might have been a bark of the dead floating in slowly under the

It was the mate moaning at my elbow. He was thunderstruck, and as it were deprived of the moral support of

He lowered his tone, but I saw the shadowy gesture of his despair. "What are we doing here?"

"She will never get out. You have done it, sir. I knew it'd end in something like this. She will never weather,

and you are too close now to stay. She'll drift ashore before she's round. O my God!"

I caught his arm as he was raising it to batter his poor devoted head, and shook it violently.

I hadn't let go the mate's arm and went on shaking it. "Ready about, do you hear? You go

forward"shake"and stop there"shake"and hold your noise"shake" and see these headsheets

And all the time I dared not look towards the land lest my heart should fail me. I released my grip at last and

I wondered what my double there in the sail locker thought of this commotion. He was able to hear

everythingand perhaps he was able to understand why, on my conscience, it had to be thus closeno less.

My first order "Hard alee!" reechoed ominously under the towering shadow of Kohring as if I had shouted

in a mountain gorge. And then I watched the land intently. In that smooth water and light wind it was

impossible to feel the ship comingto. No! I could not feel her. And my second self was making now ready to

The great black mass brooding over our very mastheads began to pivot away from the ship's side silently.

And now I forgot the secret stranger ready to depart, and remembered only that I was a total stranger to the

I swung the mainyard and waited helplessly. She was perhaps stopped, and her very fate hung in the balance,

with the black mass of Kohring like the gate of the everlasting night towering over her taffrail. What would

she do now? Had she way on her yet? I stepped to the side swiftly, and on the shadowy water I could see

nothing except a faint phosphorescent flash revealing the glassy smoothness of the sleeping surface. It was

impossible to tell and I had not learned yet the feel of my ship. Was she moving? What I needed was

something easily seen, a piece of paper, which I could throw overboard and watch. I had nothing on me. To

run down for it I didn't dare. There was no time. All at once my strained, yearning stare distinguished a white

object floating within a yard of the ship's side. White on the black water. A phosphorescent flash passed

under it. What was that thing? . . . I recognized my own floppy hat. It must have fallen off his head . . . and he

didn't bother. Now I had what I wantedthe saving mark for my eyes. But I hardly thought of my other self,

now gone from the ship, to be hidden forever from all friendly faces, to be a fugitive and a vagabond on the

earth, with no brand of the curse on his sane forehead to stay a slaying hand . . . too proud to explain.

And I watched the hatthe expression of my sudden pity for his mere flesh. It had been meant to save his

homeless head from the dangers of the sun. And nowbeholdit was saving the ship, by serving me for a

mark to help out the ignorance of my strangeness. Ha! It was drifting forward, warning me just in time that

"Shift the helm," I said in a low voice to the seaman standing still like a statue.

The man's eyes glistened wildly in the binnacle light as he jumped round to the other side and spun round the

I walked to the break of the poop. On the overshadowed deck all hands stood by the forebraces waiting for

my order. The stars ahead seemed to be gliding from right to left. And all was so still in the world that I heard

the quiet remark, "She's round," passed in a tone of intense relief between two seamen.

The foreyards ran round with a great noise, amidst cheery cries. And now the frightful whiskers made

themselves heard giving various orders. Already the ship was drawing ahead. And I was alone with her.

Nothing! no one in the world should stand now between us, throwing a shadow on the way of silent

knowledge and mute affection, the perfect communion of a seaman with his first command.

Walking to the taffrail, I was in time to make out, on the very edge of a darkness thrown by a towering black

mass like the very gateway of Erebusyes, I was in time to catch an evanescent glimpse of my white hat left

behind to mark the spot where the secret sharer of my cabin and of my thoughts, as though he were my

second self, had lowered himself into the water to take his punishment: a free man, a proud swimmer striking