de up for yourself
ashore. Unless I am much mistaken you will need it this evening."

"What is it, then?" I asked with suspicion.

"Sleeping draught," answered the surgeon curtly; and moving with an air
of interest toward Mr. Burns he engaged him in conversation.

As I went below to dress to go ashore, Ransome followed me. He begged my
pardon; he wished, too, to be sent ashore and paid off.

I looked at him in surprise. He was waiting for my answer with an air of
anxiety.

"You don't mean to leave the ship!" I cried out.

"I do really, sir. I want to go and be quiet somewhere. Anywhere. The
hospital will do."

"But, Ransome," I said. "I hate the idea of parting with you."

"I must go," he broke in. "I have a right!" . . . He gasped and a look
of almost savage determination passed over his face. For an instant he
was another being. And I saw under the worth and the comeliness of
the man the humble reality of things. Life was a boon to him--this
precarious hard life, and he was thoroughly alarmed about himself.

"Of course I shall pay you off if you wish it," I hastened to say. "Only
I must ask you to remain on board till this afternoon. I can't leave Mr.
Burns absolutely by himself in the ship for hours."

He softened at once and assured me with a smile and in his natural
pleasant voice that he understood that very well.

When I returned on deck everything was ready for the removal of the
men. It was the last ordeal of that episode which had been maturing and
tempering my character--though I did not know it.

It was awful. They passed under my eyes one after another--each of them
an embodied reproach of the bitterest kind, till I felt a sort of revolt
wake up in me. Poor Frenchy had gone suddenly under. He was carried
past me insensible, his comic face horribly flushed and as if swollen,
breathing stertorously. He looked more like Mr. Punch than ever; a
disgracefully intoxicated Mr. Punch.

The austere Gambril, on the contrary, had improved temporarily.
He insisted on walking on his own feet to the rail--of course with
assistance on each side of him. But he gave way to a sudden panic at the
moment of being swung over the side and began to wail pitifully:

"Don't let them drop me, sir. Don't let them drop me, sir!" While I kept
on shouting to him in most soothing accents: "All right, Gambril. They
won't! They won't!"

It was no doubt very ridiculous. The bluejackets on our deck were
grinning quietly, whi