Pike's ire and who had laughed so
terribly and silently.
Night thoughts! Sleepless thoughts! I dismissed them all and
started below, chilled through by the cold. But at the chart-room
door I encountered Mr. Mellaire.
"A pleasant evening, sir," he greeted me. "A pity there's not a
little wind to help us off the land."
"What do you think of the crew?" I asked, after a moment or so.
Mr. Mellaire shrugged his shoulders.
"I've seen many queer crews in my time, Mr. Pathurst. But I never
saw one as queer as this--boys, old men, cripples and--you saw Tony
the Greek go overboard yesterday? Well, that's only the beginning.
He's a sample. I've got a big Irishman in my watch who's going bad.
Did you notice a little, dried-up Scotchman?"
"Who looks mean and angry all the time, and who was steering the
evening before last?"
"The very one--Andy Fay. Well, Andy Fay's just been complaining to
me about O'Sullivan. Says O'Sullivan's threatened his life. When
Andy Fay went off watch at eight he found O'Sullivan stropping a
razor.
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