e tot of rum; that,
as soon as ever land is sighted, you will call all hands aft and tell
them our intention, as man to man; and that then, if they have a
mind, they can elect whatever new captain they choose.'

"The impudence of this took me fair between wind and water. I saw,
of course, that I was trapped, and naturally my first thought was to
suspect the man speaking to me. I looked at him, and he winked
again, not seeming one bit abashed.

"'You may tell them,' said I, with my eyes on his face, 'that as soon
as we sight land I shall have a statement to make to them.'
I wondered what it would be; but I said it to gain time. 'As for the
rum,' I went on, 'they can drink their fill. If we sight land, I
will steer the ship in.'

"'Better go and draw the liquor yourself,' said he, and, picking up a
ship's bucket, came aft to me. 'The second barrel in the afterhold,'
he whispered. 'And don't drink any yourself.'

"I nodded, as careless as I could. It seemed a rash thing to go down
to the afterhold, where any one might batten me down. But, there
being no help for it, I took the bucket and went. I filled it well
up to the brim from the second cask, returned to deck, and handed it
to the man who stood behind Martin. They took it, pretty
respectfully, and went below, Martin still standing amidships, where
he had stood from the first.

"'And now,' said I, turning back to him, 'perhaps you will explain.'

"'Keep your eye on the helmsman,' was his answer, 'and pistol him if
he gives trouble.'

"He walked forward and stood leaning over the forehatch, seeming to
listen." . . .

[1] Qy. "Bleeding."

CHAPTER XX.

CAPTAIN COFFIN'S LOG--CONTINUED.

Up to this Melhuish had been making good weather of his tale, though
forced to break off once or twice by reason of his weakness.
But here he came to a dead stop, which at first I set down to the
same. But by-and-by I looks up. He was making a curious noise in
his throat, and fencing with both hands to push something away from
him.

"I never done it!" he broke out. "Take them away! I never done it!
Oh, my God! never--never--never!"

With that he ran off into a string of prayers and cursings, all mixed
up together, the fever shaking him like a sail caught head-to-wind,
and at every shake he screeched louder.

"I won't, I won't!" he kept saying. "Hayling, take that devil off
and cover them up. The boat, Hayling! Fetch the boat and cover them
up!" Th