e he loved his
father fervently. He had always loved him in time past, now more than
ever, for the poor boy regarded him much as a drowning man regards the
solitary plank to which he clings as his last hope. Thus did Billy
practically learn the great truth, that "Love is the fulfilling of the
law."
Weeks rolled on; gales succeeded calms, and calms succeeded gales. The
"line" was passed; southern seas were reached; new constellations
glittered overhead; strange fish and luminous creatures gambolled in the
sea, and the whalers' fishing-ground was entered. Latterly the men had
ceased to grumble at the captain, although he had by no means ceased to
swear at and bully the men, and Gaff began to hope that they had got
over their bad fit, and were going to settle down to work peaceably.
The calm, however, was deceitful; it preceded a storm.
One sultry afternoon when Gaff was standing at the helm and the captain
beside him, the men came aft in a body, and two of their number, with
pistols in their hands, advanced to seize the captain.
He saw at once what they meant to do, and, springing back, seized a
handspike.
"Lay that down and surrender, else I'll blow out yer brains," said one
of the two, levelling his pistol.
Instead of obeying, the captain raised the heavy handspike, and the man
pulled the trigger. At the same instant Gaff struck up the muzzle with
his hand; the ball passed over the captain's head, and the handspike
descended on the seaman's crown felling him at once.
Upon this the entire crew made a rush and overpowered Gaff and the
captain. The latter, who struggled with the fury of a tiger, was kicked
while down until he was nearly dead. Gaff at once gave in, knowing that
any attempt at further resistance, besides being hopeless, would only
render matters worse. He was therefore allowed to rise, and his hands
were tied behind his back.
The captain, being similarly secured, was raised to his feet.
"Now, you tyrant," said the ringleader of the crew with a terrible oath,
"how would you like to have your throat cut?"
The man slowly opened a long clasp-knife as he spoke, and felt its keen
edge with his thumb. Blood was flowing down his face and breast from
the wound inflicted by the handspike, and the fiendish expression of his
countenance, added to the terribleness of his aspect, while it showed
that his sarcastic question would certainly be followed by the murderous
deed. But the other mut
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