End of the Tether

ion. Everybody on board was his inferior - everyone without exception. He paid their wages and found them in their food. They ate more of his bread a

of parasites: and for years he had scowled at everybody connected with the Sofala except, perhaps, at the Chinese firemen who

to struggle and plan and scheme to keep the Sofala afloat - and what did he get for it? Not even enough respect. They could not have given him enough of that if all their thoughts and all their actions had been directed to that end. The vanity of possessio

teering chains upon the continuous low wash of water alongside. But for these sounds, the ship might have been lying as still as if moored to a bank, and as silent as if abandoned by every living soul; only the coast, the low coast of mud and mangroves with the three palms in a bunch at the b

nd the little Malay Serang at his elbow, like an old giant attended

smooth, saddle-backed summit, had to be searched for within the great unclouded glare that seemed to shift and float like a dry fiery mist, filling the air, ascending from the water, shrouding the distances, scorching to the eye. In this veil of light the near edge of the shore alone stood out almost coal-black with an opaque and motionless solidity. Thirty miles away the serrated range of the in

s. Behind them Massy stood sideways with an expression of disdain and suspense on his face. His globu

irt, cut off close to the shoulder, bared his brown arm of full rounded form and with a satiny skin like a woman's. He swung it rigidly with the rotary and menacing action of a slinger: the 14-lb. weight hurtled circling in the air, then suddenly flew ahead as far as the curve of the bow. The wet thin line

depth of water right up to the bar. "Half-three. Half-three. Half-three,"- and his modulated cry, returned leisurely and monotonous, like the repeated call of a bird, seemed to float away in sunshine

e, the little Malay, old, too, but slight and shrunken like a withered brown leaf blown by a chance wind under the mighty shadow of the other. Very busy looking forward

entments for many years. At last, passing his moist palm over the rare lanky

onth in the trade I was up to that trick - and I am only an engineer. I can point to you from here where the bar is, and I could tell you besides that you are as likely as not

t relaxing the set severity of his feature

ear, S

Tuan," the Malay

the Captain alou

ong clanged down below. Massy with a scornful snigger w

l down there seemed cool after the intense glare of the sea around the ship. The air, however, came up clammy and hot on his face. A short hoot on which it wo

r. The local coasting fleet had preserved a wild and incoherent tale of his infatuation for the wife of a sergeant in an Irish infantry regiment. The regiment, however, had done its turn of garrison duty there ages before, and was gone somewhere to the other side of the earth, out of men's knowledge. Twice or perhaps three times in the course of the year he would take too much to drink. On these occasions he returned on board at an earlier hour than usual; ran across the deck balancing himself with his spread arms like a tight-rope walker; and locking the door of his cabin, he would converse and argue with himself the livelong night in an amazing variety of tones; storm, sneer, and whine with an inexhaustible persistence. Massy in his berth next door, raising himself on his elbow, would discover that his second had remembered the name of every white man that had passed through the Sofala for years and years back. He remembered the names

! Won't you let me go

motionless in the shadows of the deck listening to the endless drunken gabble. His heart would be thumping with breathless awe of white men: the arbitrary and obstinate