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.The two mates urged the master to go below.Mr.Baker grunted in his ear: – »Ough! surely now.Ough!.confidence in us.nothing more to do.she must lay it out or go.Ough! Ough!« Tall young Mr.Creighton smiled down at him cheerfully: – ».She's as right as a trivet! Take a spell, sir.« He looked at them stonily with bloodshot, sleepless eyes.The rims of his eyelids were scarlet, and he moved his jaw unceasingly with a slow effort, as though he had been masticating a lump of india-rubber.He shook his head.He repeated: – »Never mind me.I must see it out – I must see it out,« but he consented to sit down for a moment on the skylight, with his hard face turned unflinchingly to windward.The sea spat at it – and stoical, it streamed with water as though he had been weeping.On the weather side of the poop the watch, hanging on to the mizen rigging and to one another, tried to exchange encouraging words.Singleton, at the wheel, yelled out: – »Look out for yourselves!« His voice reached them in a warning whisper.They were startled.A big, foaming sea came out of the mist; it made for the ship, roaring wildly, and in its rush it looked as mischievous and discomposing as a madman with an axe.One or two, shouting, scrambled up the rigging; most, with a convulsive catch of the breath, held on where they stood.Singleton dug his knees under the wheel-box, and carefully eased the helm to the headlong pitch of the ship, but without taking his eyes off the coming wave.It towered close-to and high, like a wall of green glass topped with snow.The ship rose to it as though she had soared on wings, and for a moment rested poised upon the foaming crest as if she had been a great sea-bird.Before we could draw breath a heavy gust struck her, another roller took her unfairly under the weather bow, she gave a toppling lurch, and filled her decks.Captain Allistoun leaped up, and fell; Archie rolled over him, screaming: – »She will rise!« She gave another lurch to leeward; the lower deadeyes dipped heavily; the men's feet flew from under them, and they hung kicking above the slanting poop.They could see the ship putting her side in the water, and shouted all together: – »She's going!« Forward the forecastle doors flew open, and the watch below were seen leaping out one after another, throwing their arms up; and, falling on hands and knees, scrambled aft on all fours along the high side of the deck, sloping more than the roof of a house.From leeward the seas rose, pursuing them; they looked wretched in a hopeless struggle, like vermin fleeing before a flood; they fought up the weather ladder of the poop one after another, half naked and staring wildly; and as soon as they got up they shot to leeward in clusters, with closed eyes, till they brought up heavily with their ribs against the iron stanchions of the rail; then, groaning, they rolled in a confused mass.The immense volume of water thrown forward by the last scend of the ship had burst the lee door of the forecastle.They could see their chests, pillows, blankets, clothing, come out floating upon the sea.While they struggled back to windward they looked in dismay.The straw beds swam high, the blankets, spread out, undulated; while the chests, waterlogged and with a heavy list, pitched heavily like dismasted hulks, before they sank; Archie's big coat passed with outspread arms, resembling a drowned seaman floating with his head under water.Men were slipping down while trying to dig their fingers into the planks; others, jammed in corners, rolled enormous eyes.They all yelled unceasingly: – »The masts! Cut! Cut!.« A black squall howled low over the ship, that lay on her side with the weather yard-arms pointing to the clouds; while the tall masts, inclined nearly to the horizon, seemed to be of an immeasurable length.The carpenter let go his hold, rolled against the skylight, and began to crawl to the cabin entrance, where a big axe was kept ready for just such an emergency.At that moment the topsail sheet parted, the end of the heavy chain racketed aloft, and sparks of red fire streamed down through the flying sprays.The sail flapped once with a jerk that seemed to tear our hearts out through our teeth, and instantly changed into a bunch of fluttering narrow ribbons that tied themselves into knots and became quiet along the yard.Captain Allistoun struggled, managed to stand up with his face near the deck, upon which men swung on the ends of ropes, like nest robbers upon a cliff.One of his feet was on somebody's chest; his face was purple; his lips moved.He yelled also; he yelled, bending down: – »No! No!« Mr.Baker, one leg over the binnacle-stand, roared out: – »Did you say no? Not cut?« He shook his head madly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]