“All this time of course we saw no fire.  The cargo smoldered at the bottom somewhere.  Once Mahon, as we were working side by side, said to me with a queer smile:  ’Now, if she only would spring a tidy leak—­like that time when we first left the Channel—­it would put a stopper on this fire.  Wouldn’t it?’ I remarked irrelevantly, ‘Do you remember the rats?’

“We fought the fire and sailed the ship too as carefully as though nothing had been the matter.  The steward cooked and attended on us.  Of the other twelve men, eight worked while four rested.  Everyone took his turn, captain included.  There was equality, and if not exactly fraternity, then a deal of good feeling.  Sometimes a man, as he dashed a bucketful of water down the hatchway, would yell out, ’Hurrah for Bankok!’ and the rest laughed.  But generally we were taciturn and serious—­and thirsty.  Oh! how thirsty!  And we had to be careful with the water.  Strict allowance.  The ship smoked, the sun blazed. . . .  Pass the bottle.

“We tried everything.  We even made an attempt to dig down to the fire.  No good, of course.  No man could remain more than a minute below.  Mahon, who went first, fainted there, and the man who went to fetch him out did likewise.  We lugged them out on deck.  Then I leaped down to show how easily it could be done.  They had learned wisdom by that time, and contented themselves by fishing for me with a chain-hook tied to a broom-handle, I believe.  I did not offer to go and fetch up my shovel, which was left down below.

“Things began to look bad.  We put the long-boat into the water.  The second boat was ready to swing out.  We had also another, a fourteen-foot thing, on davits aft, where it was quite safe.

“Then behold, the smoke suddenly decreased.  We re-doubled our efforts to flood the bottom of the ship.  In two days there was no smoke at all.  Everybody was on the broad grin.  This was on a Friday.  On Saturday no work, but sailing the ship of course was done.  The men washed their clothes and their faces for the first time in a fortnight, and had a special dinner given them.  They spoke of spontaneous combustion with contempt, and implied they were the boys to put out combustions.  Somehow we all felt as though we each had inherited a large fortune.  But a beastly smell of burning hung about the ship.  Captain Beard had hollow eyes and sunken cheeks.  I had never noticed so much before how twisted and bowed he was.  He and Mahon prowled soberly about hatches and ventilators, sniffing.  It struck me suddenly poor Mahon was a very, very old chap.  As to me, I was as pleased and proud as though I had helped to win a great naval battle.  O!  Youth!

“The night was fine.  In the morning a homeward-bound ship passed us hull down,—­the first we had seen for months; but we were nearing the land at last, Java Head being about 190 miles off, and nearly due north.