The hysteria, as Burns and I
dubbed it, of the white figure had died away as the men's nerves
grew less irritated. Although we had found no absolute explanation
of the marlinespike, an obvious one suggested itself. The men,
although giving up their weapons without protest, had grumbled
somewhat over being left without means of defense. It was entirely
possible, we agreed, that the marlinespike had been so disposed, as
some seaman's resort in time of need.
The cook, taking down the dinner on Friday evening, reported Mr.
Turner up and about and partly dressed. The heat was frightful.
All day we had had a following breeze, and it had been necessary to
lengthen the towing-rope, dropping the jolly-boat well behind us.
The men, saying little or nothing, dozed under their canvas; the
helmsman drooped at the wheel. Under our feet the boards sent up
simmering heat waves, and the brasses were too hot to touch.
At four o'clock Elsa Lee came on deck, and spoke to me for the
first time in several days. She started when she saw me, and no
wonder. In the frenzied caution of the day after the crimes, I
had flung every razor overboard, and the result was as villainous
a set of men as I have ever seen.
"Have you been ill again?" she asked.
I put my hand to my chin. "Not ill," I said; "merely unshaven.
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