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Chapter 8
Asmallwindowwithashutteroneachside,andaskylightintheroof,gaveitlightbyday;andafterdarktherewasalampalwaysburning.ItwasburningwhenIentered,notbrightly,butenoughtoshowMr.Shuansittingatthetable,withthebrandybottleandatinpannikininfrontofhim.Hewasatallman,stronglymadeandveryblack;andhestaredbeforehimonthetablelikeonestupid.
Hetooknonoticeofmycomingin;nordidhemovewhenthecaptainfollowedandleantontheberthbesideme,lookingdarklyatthemate.IstoodingreatfearofHoseason,andhadmyreasonsforit;butsomethingtoldmeIneednotbeafraidofhimjustthen;andIwhisperedinhisear:“Howishe?”Heshookhisheadlikeonethatdoesnotknowanddoesnotwishtothink,andhisfacewasverystern.
PresentlyMr.Riachcamein.Hegavethecaptainaglancethatmeanttheboywasdeadasplainasspeaking,andtookhisplaceliketherestofus;sothatweallthreestoodwithoutaword,staringdownatMr.Shuan,andMr.Shuan(onhisside)satwithoutaword,lookingharduponthetable.
Allofasuddenheputouthishandtotakethebottle;andatthatMr.Riachstartedforwardandcaughtitawayfromhim,ratherbysurprisethanviolence,cryingout,withanoath,thattherehadbeentoomuchofthisworkaltogether,andthatajudgmentwouldfallupontheship.Andashespoke(theweathersliding-doorsstandingopen)hetossedthebottleintothesea.
Mr.
