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           Therehisfeetgotentangledinacoilofrope.Hestumbledandfell,accidentallycatchingholdofaropewithbothhandsinhisfall.

           Suddenlyatremendousexplosionwasheard.Theforecastlegunhadgoneoff,riddlingthequietcalmofthewaveswithavolleyofsmallshot.TheunfortunatePaganelhadcaughtholdofthecordoftheloadedgun.Thegeographerwasthrowndowntheforecastleladderanddisappearedbelow.

           Acryofterrorsucceededthesurpriseproducedbytheexplosion.Everybodythoughtsomethingterriblemusthavehappened.ThesailorsrushedbetweendecksandliftedupPaganel,almostbentdouble.Thegeographerutterednosound.

           Theycarriedhislongbodyontothepoop.Hiscompanionswereindespair.TheMajor,whowasalwaysthesurgeonongreatoccasions,begantostriptheunfortunatethathemightdresshiswounds;buthehadscarcelyputhishandsonthedyingmanwhenhestartedupasiftouchedbyanelectricalmachine.

           "Never!never!"heexclaimed,andpullinghisraggedcoattightlyroundhim,hebeganbuttoningitupinastrangelyexcitedmanner.

           "But,Paganel,"begantheMajor.

           "No,Itellyou!"

           "Imustexamine—"

           "Youshallnotexamine."

           "Youmayperhapshavebroken—"continuedMcNabbs.

           "Yes,"continuedPaganel,gettinguponhislonglegs,"butwhatIhavebrokenthecarpentercanmend."

           "Whatisit,then?"

           "There."

           Burstsoflaughterfromthecrewgreetedthisspeech.Paganel’sfriendswerequitereassuredabouthimnow.