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XI

           Hecontentedhimselftobellowoutthroughthecloseddoor—

           “You—Jack!”

           Thefootstepscamebackwithouthaste;thedoorhandlerattled,andthesecondengineerappearedintheopening,shadowyinthesheenoftheskylightathisback,withhisfaceapparentlyasblackastherestofhisfigure.

           “Wehavebeenverylongcomingupthistime,”Mr.Massygrowled,withoutchanginghisattitude.

           “Whatdoyouexpectwithhalftheboilertubespluggedupforleaks.”Theseconddefendedhimselfloquaciously.

           “Noneofyourlip,”saidMassy.

           “Noneofyourrottenboilers—Isay,”retortedhisfaithfulsubordinatewithoutanimation,huskily.“Godownthereandcarryaheadofsteamonthemyourself—ifyoudare.Idon’t.”

           “Youaren’tworthyoursaltthen,”Massysaid.Theothermadeafaintnoisewhichresembledalaughbutmighthavebeenasnarl.

           “Bettergoslowthanstoptheshipaltogether,”headmonishedhisadmiredsuperior.Mr.Massymovedatlast.Heturnedinhischair,andgrindinghisteeth—

           “Dam’youandtheship!Iwishshewereatthebottomofthesea.Thenyouwouldhavetostarve.”

           Thetrustysecondengineerclosedthedoorgently.

           Massylistened.Insteadofpassingontothebathroomwhereheshouldhavegonetocleanhimself,thesecondenteredhiscabin,whichwasnextdoor.Mr.Massyjumpedupandwaited.Suddenlyheheardthelocksnapinthere.Herushedoutandgaveaviolentkicktothedoor.

           “Ibelieveyouarelockingyourselfuptogetdrunk,”heshouted.

           Amuffledanswercameafterawhile.

           “Myowntime

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