Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 4 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 724 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 4.

Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 4 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 724 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 4.
before ever he laid eyes on either of us, should come to have this here dream about us.  After falling in with Harry, when the lubber and I parted company, my old mate saw I was cast down, and he told me as much in his own gruff, well-meaning way; upon which I gave him the story, laughing at it. He didn’t laugh in return, but grew glum—­glummer than I ever seed him; and I wondered, and fell to boxing about my thoughts, more and more (deep sea sink that cursed thinking and thinking, say I!—­it sends many an honest fellow out of his course); and ‘It’s hard to know the best man’s mind,’ I thought to myself.  Well, we came on the tack into these rocky parts, and Harry says to me all on a sudden, ’Tom, try the soundings here, ahead, by yourself—­or let me, by myself.’  I axed him why?  ‘No matter,’ says Harry again, ’but after what you chawed about, I don’t like your company any farther, till we fall in again at the next village.’  ‘What, Harry,’ I cries, laughing heartier than ever, ’are you afeard of your own mind with Tom Mills?’ ‘Pho,’ he made answer, walking on before me, and I followed him.

“‘Yes,’ I kept saying to myself, ’he is afeard of his own mind with his old shipmate.’  ’Twas a darker night than this, and when I looked ahead, the devil (for I know ’twas he that boarded me!) made me take notice what a good spot it was for Harry to fall foul of me.  And then I watched him making way before me, in the dark, and couldn’t help thinking he was the better man of the two—­a head and shoulders over me, and a match for any two of my inches.  And then again, I brought to mind that Harry would be a heavy purse the better of sending me to Davy’s locker, seeing we had both been just paid off, and got a lot of prize-money to boot;—­and at last (the real red devil having fairly got me helm a-larboard) I argufied with myself that Tom Mills would be as well alive, with Harry Holmes’s luck in his pocket, as he could be dead, and his in Harry Holmes’s; not to say nothing of taking one’s own part, just to keep one’s self afloat, if so be Harry let his mind run as mine was running.

“All this time Harry never gave me no hail, but kept tacking through these cursed rocks; and that, and his last words, made me doubt him more and more.  At last he stopped nigh where he now lies, and sitting with his back to that high stone, he calls for my blade to cut the bread and cheese he had got at the village; and while he spoke I believed he looked glummer and glummer, and that he wanted the blade, the only one between us, for some’at else than to cut bread and cheese; though now I don’t believe no such thing howsumdever; but then I did:  and so, d’you see me, commodore, I lost ballast all of a sudden, and when he stretched out his hand for the blade (hell’s fire blazing up in my lubberly heart!)—­’Here it is, Harry,’ says I, and I gives it to him in the side!—­once, twice, in the right place!” (the sailor’s voice, hitherto calm, though broken and rugged, now

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