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           Heswungitrigidlywiththerotaryandmenacingactionofaslinger:the14-lb.weighthurtledcirclingintheair,thensuddenlyflewaheadasfarasthecurveofthebow.Thewetthinlineswishedlikescratchedsilkrunningthroughthedarkfingersoftheman,andtheplungeoftheleadclosetotheship’ssidemadeavanishingsilveryscaruponthegoldenglitter;thenafteranintervalthevoiceoftheyoungMalayupliftedandlong-drawndeclaredthedepthofthewaterinhisownlanguage.

           “Tigastengah,”hecriedaftereachsplashandpause,gatheringthelinebusilyforanothercast.“Tigastengah,”whichmeansthreefathomandahalf.Foramileorsofromseawardtherewasauniformdepthofwaterrightuptothebar.“Half-three.Half-three.Half-three,”—andhismodulatedcry,returnedleisurelyandmonotonous,liketherepeatedcallofabird,seemedtofloatawayinsunshineanddisappearinthespacioussilenceoftheemptyseaandofalifelessshorelyingopen,northandsouth,eastandwest,withoutthestirofasinglecloud-shadoworthewhisperofanyothervoice.

           Theowner-engineeroftheSofalaremainedverystillbehindthetwoseamenofdifferentrace,creed,andcolor;theEuropeanwiththetime-defyingvigorofhisoldframe,thelittleMalay,old,too,butslightandshrunkenlikeawitheredbrownleafblownbyachancewindunderthemightyshadowoftheother.Verybusylookingforwardattheland,theyhadnotaglancetospare;andMassy,glaringatthemfrombehind,seemedtoresenttheirattentiontotheirdutylikeapersonalslightuponhimself.