Of course,
these are only suppositions. And then, close upon this, there were further developments. V


_The End of Williams_

As I have said, there was a lot of talk, among the crowd of us forrard,
about Tom's strange accident. None of the men knew that Williams and I
had seen it _happen_. Stubbins gave it as his opinion that Tom had been
sleepy, and missed the foot-rope. Tom, of course, would not have this by
any means. Yet, he had no one to appeal to; for, at that time, he was
just as ignorant as the rest, that we had seen the sail flap up over the
yard. Stubbins insisted that it stood to reason it couldn't be the wind. There
wasn't any, he said; and the rest of the men agreed with him. "Well," I said, "I don't know about all that. I'm a bit inclined to
think Tom's yarn is the truth." "How do you make that hout?" Stubbins asked, unbelievingly. "There haint
nothin' like enough wind." "What about the place on his forehead?" I inquired, in turn. "How are
you going to explain that?" "I 'spect he knocked himself there when he slipped," he answered. "Likely 'nuffli," agreed old Jaskett, who was sitting smoking on a chest
near by. "Well, you're both a damn long way out of it!" Tom chipped in, pretty
warm. "I wasn't asleep; an' the sail did bloomin' well hit me." "Don't you be impertinent, young feller," said Jaskett. I joined in again. "There's another thing, Stubbins," I said. "The gasket Tom was hanging
by, was on the after side of the yard. That looks as if the sail might
have flapped it over? If there were wind enough to do the one, it seems
to me that it might have done the other." "Do you mean that it was hunder ther yard, or hover ther top?" he asked. "Over the top, of course. What's more, the foot of the sail was hanging
over the after part of the yard, in a bight." Stubbins was plainly surprised at that, and before he was ready with his
next objection, Plummer spoke. "'oo saw it?" he asked. "I saw it!" I said, a bit sharply. "So did Williams; so--for that
matter--did the Second Mate." Plummer relapsed into silence; and smoked; and Stubbins broke out
afresh. "I reckon Tom must have had a hold of the foot and the gasket, and
pulled 'em hover the yard when he tumbled." "No!" interrupted Tom. "The gasket was under the sail. I couldn't even
see it. An' I hadn't time to get hold of the foot of the sail, before it
up and caught me smack in the face." "'ow did yer get 'old er ther gasket, when yer fell, then?" asked
Plummer. "He didn't get hold of it," I answered for Tom. "It had taken a turn
round his wrist, and that's how we found him hanging." "Do you mean to say as 'e 'adn't got 'old of ther garsket?," Quoin
inquired, pausing in the lighting of his pipe. "Of course, I do," I said. "A chap doesn't go hanging on to a rope when
he's jolly well been knocked senseless." "Ye're richt," assented Jock. "Ye're quite richt there, Jessop." Quoin concluded the lighting of his pipe. "I dunno," he said. I went on, without noticing him. "Anyway, when Williams and I found him, he was hanging by the gasket,
and it had a couple of turns round his wrist. And besides that, as I
said before, the foot of the sail was hanging over the after side of the
yard, and Tom's weight on the gasket was holding it there." "It's damned queer," said Stubbins, in a puzzled voice. "There don't
seem to be no way of gettin' a proper hexplanation to it." I glanced at Williams, to suggest that I should tell all that we had
seen; but he shook his head, and, after a moment's thought, it seemed to
me that there was nothing to be gained by so doing. We had no very clear
idea of the thing that had happened, and our half facts and guesses
would only have tended to make the matter appear more grotesque and
unlikely. The only thing to be done was to wait and watch. If we could
only get hold of something tangible, then we might hope to tell all that
we knew, without being made into laughing-stocks. I came out from my think, abruptly. Stubbins was speaking again. He was arguing the matter with one of the
other men. "You see, with there bein' no wind, scarcely, ther thing's himpossible,
an' yet--"

The other man interrupted with some remark I did not catch. "No," I heard Stubbins say. "I'm hout of my reckonin'. I don't savvy it
one bit. It's too much like a damned fairy tale." "Look at his wrist!" I said. Tom held out his right hand and arm for inspection. It was considerably
swollen where the rope had been round it. "Yes," admitted Stubbins. "That's right enough; but it don't tell you
nothin'." I made no reply. As Stubbins said, it told you "nothin'." And there I
let it drop. Yet, I have told you this, as showing how the matter was
regarded in the fo'cas'le. Still, it did not occupy our minds very long;
for, as I have said, there were further developments. The three following nights passed quietly; and then, on the fourth, all
those curious signs and hints culminated suddenly in something
extraordinarily grim. Yet, everything had been so subtle and intangible,
and, indeed, so was the affair itself, that only those who had actually
come in touch with the invading fear, seemed really capable of
comprehending the terror of the thing. The men, for the most part, began
to say the ship was unlucky, and, of course, as usual! there was some
talk of there being a Jonah in the ship. Still, I cannot say that none
of the men realised there was anything horrible and frightening in it
all; for I am sure that some did, a little; and I think Stubbins was
certainly one of them; though I feel certain that he did not, at that
time, you know, grasp a quarter of the real significance that underlay
the several queer matters that had disturbed our nights. He seemed to
fail, somehow, to grasp the element of personal danger that, to me, was
already plain. He lacked sufficient imagination, I suppose, to piece the
things together--to trace the natural sequence of the events, and their
development. Yet I must not forget, of course, that he had no knowledge
of those two first incidents. If he had, perhaps he might have stood
where I did. As it was, he had not seemed to reach out at all, you know,
not even in the matter of Tom and the fore royal. Now, however, after
the thing I am about to tell you, he seemed to see a little way into the
darkness, and realise possibilities. I remember the fourth night, well. It was a clear, star-lit, moonless
sort of night: at least, I think there was no moon; or, at any rate, the
moon could have been little more than a thin crescent, for it was near
the dark time. The wind had breezed up a bit; but still remained steady. We were
slipping along at about six or seven knots an hour. It was our middle
watch on deck, and the ship was full of the blow and hum of the wind
aloft. Williams and I were the only ones about the maindeck. He was
leaning over the weather pin-rail, smoking; while I was pacing up and
down, between him and the fore hatch. Stubbins was on the look-out.