“Amongst the reefs to the eastward.”
“You know it, sir? Then she will never get out again.”
“She will be sunk in five minutes. Boats, Sterne. Even one will save you
all in this calm.”
The Chinaman stokers went in a disorderly rush for the port boats.
Nobody tried to check them. The Malays, after a moment of confusion,
became quiet, and Mr. Sterne showed a good countenance. Captain Whalley
had not moved. His thoughts were darker than this night in which he had
lost his first ship.
“He made me lose a ship.”
Another tall figure standing before him amongst the litter of the smash
on the bridge whispered insanely--
“Say nothing of it.”
Massy stumbled closer. Captain Whalley heard the chattering of his
teeth.
“I have the coat.”
“Throw it down and come along,” urged the chattering voice.
“B-b-b-b-boat!”
“You will get fifteen years for this.”
Mr. Massy had lost his voice. His speech was a mere dry rustling in his
throat.
“Have mercy!”
“Had you any when you made me lose my ship? Mr. Massy, you shall get
fifteen years for this!”
“I wanted money! Money! My own money! I will give you some money. Take
half of it. You love money yourself.”
“There’s a justice . . .”