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The Grain Ship
by
“‘No, it doesn’t. Life was as sweet to them as to you or the skipper.’
“‘But I’ve a Master’s license. All I wanted was my chance, and I thought my chance had come. Draper, if I’d taken this ship into port I’d have been a hero and obtained my command.’
“‘So, that’s your cheap way of looking at it, is it?’ I answered, as I hove on the wheel and kicked rats from underfoot. ‘A hero by the toll of twenty-four deaths. Down off the river Plate I didn’t realize the horror of all this. Off St.-Louis I did, and advised you. You withstood, to be a hero. Well, I’m sorry for you, that’s all.’
“A big rat jumped from the wheel-box at this moment, climbed my clothing, and had reached my chest before I knocked it off with my fist.
“‘You see, Barnes, the rat does not know, and I did not kill it. But you do know, and I shall hasten your death with a bullet if you approach me. It will not be murder, nor manslaughter. It will be an act of mercy; but I cannot do it now. See how I feel?’
“‘Oh, God!’ he shrieked, running away from me. He reached the break of the poop, then turned and came back.
“‘Got your gun on you, Draper? Kill me now; kill me, and have it over with. I’m down and done for. There’s nothing more for me.’
“I refused; and yet I know that with regard to that man’s mental agony for the next few days, culminating in the first physical symptoms of unrest, fever, and thirst, I should have obeyed his request. He was doomed, and knew it. And he was a madman from mental causes before the physical had produced effects, even though the disease ran its course quickly in him. On the third day he was raving of a black-eyed woman who kept a candy store in Boston, and who had promised to marry him when he obtained command.
“I got out a bottle of bromide from the medicine chest and induced Barnes to take a good dose of it. He drank about half a teacup of it, and in an hour was asleep. Then, clad in boots and mittens, with a sailor’s clothes-bag over my head, I went aloft and lashed myself in the mizzentopmast crosstrees, where I obtained about six hours’ sleep, which I needed badly. Barnes was worse when I came down; three more rats had bitten him, he declared, and he begged me to shoot him. It never occurred to him to do the job himself, and I couldn’t suggest it to him.
“‘Well, Draper,’ he said at last, ‘I’m going, and I know it. Now, if you escape, sometime you’ll be in Boston. Will you take the street-car out the Boston Road, and at Number 24 Middlesex Place drop in and say a few words to that woman? Call her Kate, and say we were shipmates, and I told you to. Tell her about this, and that I thought of her, and didn’t want to die because of her. Tell her, will you, Draper?’
“‘Barnes, I promise,’ I said. ‘I will hunt up or write to that woman if I get ashore. I’ll tell her all about it. Now, go and lie down.’
“But he couldn’t lie down; and when the time came that I had to sleep in the crosstrees again, I found, on waking, that Barnes had followed me, and in some way had got my gun out of my pocket. I knew he had it by the insane way he laughed as I came down from my perch. I hunted through the cabin for pistols or rifles, but he had been ahead of me; and as I came up and he stood near the wheel–the wheel, like everything else, was neglected now–there was a crazy look in his eyes that meant bad luck for me.