Yet Newman was more than a foremast hand.  God knew who he was, or what his business in the ship, but it was plain he was Swope’s enemy, and there was a private feud between them.  His mere appearance had caused the Old Man to run below, and remain hidden for three days! . . .  There was the lady.  She was Newman’s friend.  She knew the Old Man’s moods, and she was positive about it.  The warning was doubtless well founded, I concluded.  And Newman was my friend, my chum for the voyage, I hoped.  If there were danger for him in the dark, it were well his friend stayed handy by.  So, throughout that black watch, I stuck as close as possible to his elbow.

Six bells went when the watch was forward at a job.  Suddenly, down the wind, came a dear, musical hail, from aft.

“Ahoy—­Mister!”

“B’Gawd, the Old Man’s on deck!” ejaculated Lynch to his assistants.  Then he bellowed aft, “Yes, sir?”

“Reef t’gan’s’l’s, Mister!” came the command.

“Eh!” blankly exclaimed Lynch.  “Now, what is he up to?” But he yelled back his acknowledgment, “Reef t’gan’s’ls, sir!”

When the sails were clewed up, Newman and I were ordered aloft on the mizzen.  The stiffs were useless aloft on such a night, and the fore and main were given the handful of squareheads and the two tradesmen.

When we jumped for the sheer pole we passed within a foot of a figure lounging across the rail at the poop break, and we knew it was Swope.  There had been no word from him since the initial order.

It was so dark we did not see his face.  As we swung up into the mizzen rigging, Newman shouted words in my ear that I knew the wind carried to the captain.

“The devil is abroad, Jack, and there is hell to pay!”

And when we had gained the yardarm, he added, “It is coming, Jack; one hand for yourself and one for the ship!”

But he did not act upon the advice himself.  No more did I. Indeed, one needs both arms and a stout back to pass reef points.  We leaned into the work, put our united brawn into it, and progressed briskly.  All the while I stared beneath me, into the whistling, inky void, trying to discern that spot on the deck below, where the braces that held this yard steady were made fast.  I felt this lofty spot was no healthful abiding place for Newman and me.  I had a premonition of what was coming!

Yet, when it did come, I was caught unawares.  I felt the wood I leaned on draw suddenly away from me.  There came a jerk that nigh snapped my neck.  My feet left the foot rope, and I was falling, head foremost, into the blackness.  They said I screamed loudly.  I was not conscious I opened my mouth.

It is strange, the trick a thing like that can play with one’s senses.  I seemed to be falling for moments, an immeasurable distance.  Actually, the whole thing occurred in about a second’s space, and my feet just about cleared the yardarm when Newman’s grip fastened upon my ankle.