I came to myself in darkness,in great pain,bound hand and foot,and deafened by many unfamiliar noises.There sounded in my ears a roaring of water as of a huge mill-dam,the thrashing of heavy sprays,the thundering of the sails,and the shrill cries of seamen.The whole world now heaved giddily up,and now rushed giddily downward;and so sick and hurt was I in body,and my mind so much confounded,that it took me a long while,chasing my thoughts up and down,and ever stunned again by a fresh stab of pain,to realise that I must be lying somewhere bound in the belly of that unlucky ship,and that the wind must have strengthened to a gale.With the clear perception of my plight,there fell upon me a blackness of despair,a horror of remorse at my own folly,and a passion of anger at my uncle,that once more bereft me of my senses.
When I returned again to life,the same uproar,the same confused and violent movements,shook and deafened me;and presently,to my other pains and distresses,there was added the sickness of an unused landsman on the sea.In that time of my adventurous youth,I suffered many hardships;but none that was so crushing to my mind and body,or lit by so few hopes,as these first hours aboard the brig.
I heard a gun fire,and supposed the storm had proved too strong for us,and we were firing signals of distress.The thought of deliverance,even by death in the deep sea,was welcome to me.
Yet it was no such matter;but (as I was afterwards told)a common habit of the captain's,which I here set down to show that even the worst man may have his kindlier side.We were then passing,it appeared,within some miles of Dysart,where the brig was built,and where old Mrs.Hoseason,the captain's mother,had come some years before to live;and whether outward or inward bound,the Covenant was never suffered to go by that place by day,without a gun fired and colours shown.
I had no measure of time;day and night were alike in that ill-smelling cavern of the ship's bowels where,I lay;and the misery of my situation drew out the hours to double.How long,therefore,I lay waiting to hear the ship split upon some rock,or to feel her reel head foremost into the depths of the sea,Ihave not the means of computation.But sleep at length stole from me the consciousness of sorrow.
I was awakened by the light of a hand-lantern shining in my face.
A small man of about thirty,with green eyes and a tangle of fair hair,stood looking down at me.
"Well,"said he,"how goes it?"
I answered by a sob;and my visitor then felt my pulse and temples,and set himself to wash and dress the wound upon my scalp.
"Ay,"said he,"a sore dunt[10].What,man?Cheer up!The world's no done;you've made a bad start of it but you'll make a better.Have you had any meat?"
I said I could not look at it:and thereupon he gave me some brandy and water in a tin pannikin,and left me once more to myself.
The next time he came to see me,I was lying betwixt sleep and waking,my eyes wide open in the darkness,the sickness quite departed,but succeeded by a horrid giddiness and swimming that was almost worse to bear.I ached,besides,in every limb,and the cords that bound me seemed to be of fire.The smell of the hole in which I lay seemed to have become a part of me;and during the long interval since his last visit I had suffered tortures of fear,now from the scurrying of the ship's rats,that sometimes pattered on my very face,and now from the dismal imaginings that haunt the bed of fever.
The glimmer of the lantern,as a trap opened,shone in like the heaven's sunlight;and though it only showed me the strong,dark beams of the ship that was my prison,I could have cried aloud for gladness.The man with the green eyes was the first to descend the ladder,and I noticed that he came somewhat unsteadily.He was followed by the captain.Neither said a word;but the first set to and examined me,and dressed my wound as before,while Hoseason looked me in my face with an odd,black look.
"Now,sir,you see for yourself,"said the first:"a high fever,no appetite,no light,no meat:you see for yourself what that means.""I am no conjurer,Mr.Riach,"said the captain.
"Give me leave,sir"said Riach;"you've a good head upon your shoulders,and a good Scotch tongue to ask with;but I will leave you no manner of excuse;I want that boy taken out of this hole and put in the forecastle.""What ye may want,sir,is a matter of concern to nobody but yoursel',"returned the captain;"but I can tell ye that which is to be.Here he is;here he shall bide.""Admitting that you have been paid in a proportion,"said the other,"I will crave leave humbly to say that I have not.Paid Iam,and none too much,to be the second officer of this old tub,and you ken very well if I do my best to earn it.But I was paid for nothing more.""If ye could hold back your hand from the tin-pan,Mr.Riach,I would have no complaint to make of ye,"returned the skipper;"and instead of asking riddles,I make bold to say that ye would keep your breath to cool your porridge.We'll be required on deck,"he added,in a sharper note,and set one foot upon the ladder.
But Mr.Riach caught him by the sleeve.
"Admitting that you have been paid to do a murder ----"he began.
Hoseason turned upon him with a flash.
"What's that?"he cried."What kind of talk is that?""It seems it is the talk that you can understand,"said Mr.
Riach,looking him steadily in the face.
"Mr.Riach,I have sailed with ye three cruises,"replied the captain."In all that time,sir,ye should have learned to know me:I'm a stiff man,and a dour man;but for what ye say the now --fie,fie!--it comes from a bad heart and a black conscience.
If ye say the lad will die----"
"Ay,will he!"said Mr.Riach.
