said Montgomery

‘Won’t have you forward!’ said Montgomery, in a menac- ing voice. ‘But I tell you to go!’ He was on the brink of saying something further, then looked up at me suddenly and fol- lowed me up the ladder.

I had paused half way through the hatchway, looking back, still astonished beyond measure at the grotesque ug- liness of this black-faced creature. I had never beheld such a repulsive and extraordinary face before, and yet—if the contradiction is credible—I experienced at the same time an odd feeling that in some way I had already encountered exactly the features and gestures that now amazed me. Af- terwards it occurred to me that probably I had seen him as I was lifted aboard; and yet that scarcely satisfied my suspi- cion of a previous acquaintance. Yet how one could have set eyes on so singular a face and yet have forgotten the precise occasion, passed my imagination.

Montgomery’s movement to follow me released my at- tention, and I turned and looked about me at the flush deck of the little schooner. I was already half prepared by the sounds I had heard for what I saw. Certainly I never be- held a deck so dirty. It was littered with scraps of carrot, shreds of green stuff, and indescribable filth. Fastened by chains to the mainmast were a number of grisly staghounds, who now began leaping and barking at me, and by the miz- zen a huge puma was cramped in a little iron cage far too

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small even to give it turning room. Farther under the star- board bulwark were some big hutches containing a number of rabbits, and a solitary llama was squeezed in a mere box of a cage forward. The dogs were muzzled by leather straps. The only human being on deck was a gaunt and silent sailor at the wheel.

The patched and dirty spankers were tense before the wind, and up aloft the little ship seemed carrying every sail she had. The sky was clear, the sun midway down the west- ern sky; long waves, capped by the breeze with froth, were running with us. We went past the steersman to the taff- rail, and saw the water come foaming under the stern and the bubbles go dancing and vanishing in her wake. I turned and surveyed the unsavoury length of the ship.

‘Is this an ocean menagerie?’ said I. ‘Looks like it,’ said Montgomery. ‘What are these beasts for? Merchandise, curios? Does

the captain think he is going to sell them somewhere in the South Seas?’

‘It looks like it, doesn’t it?’ said Montgomery, and turned towards the wake again.

Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blas- phemy from the companion hatchway, and the deformed man with the black face came up hurriedly. He was imme- diately followed by a heavy red-haired man in a white cap. At the sight of the former the staghounds, who had all tired of barking at me by this time, became furiously excited, howling and leaping against their chains. The black hesi- tated before them, and this gave the red-haired man time to

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come up with him and deliver a tremendous blow between the shoulder-blades. The poor devil went down like a felled ox, and rolled in the dirt among the furiously excited dogs. It was lucky for him that they were muzzled. The red-haired man gave a yawp of exultation and stood staggering, and as it seemed to me in serious danger of either going back- wards down the companion hatchway or forwards upon his victim.

So soon as the second man had appeared, Montgomery had started forward. ‘Steady on there!’ he cried, in a tone of remonstrance. A couple of sailors appeared on the forecas- tle. The black-faced man, howling in a singular voice rolled about under the feet of the dogs. No one attempted to help him. The brutes did their best to worry him, butting their muzzles at him. There was a quick dance of their lithe grey- figured bodies over the clumsy, prostrate figure. The sailors forward shouted, as though it was admirable sport. Mont- gomery gave an angry exclamation, and went striding down the deck, and I followed him. The black-faced man scram- bled up and staggered forward, going and leaning over the bulwark by the main shrouds, where he remained, panting and glaring over his shoulder at the dogs. The red-haired man laughed a satisfied laugh.

‘Look here, Captain,’ said Montgomery, with his lisp a little accentuated, gripping the elbows of the red-haired man, ‘this won’t do!’

I stood behind Montgomery. The captain came half round, and regarded him with the dull and solemn eyes of a drunken man. ‘Wha’ won’t do?’ he said, and added, af-

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ter looking sleepily into Montgomery’s face for a minute, ‘Blasted Sawbones!’

With a sudden movement he shook his arm free, and af- ter two ineffectual attempts stuck his freckled fists into his side pockets.

‘That man’s a passenger,’ said Montgomery. ‘I’d advise you to keep your hands off him.’

‘Go to hell!’ said the captain, loudly. He suddenly turned and staggered towards the side. ‘Do what I like on my own ship,’ he said.

I think Montgomery might have left him then, seeing the brute was drunk; but he only turned a shade paler, and fol- lowed the captain to the bulwarks.

‘Look you here, Captain,’ he said; ‘that man of mine is not to be ill-treated. He has been hazed ever since he came aboard.’

For a minute, alcoholic fumes kept the captain speech- less. ‘Blasted Sawbones!’ was all he considered necessary.

I could see that Montgomery had one of those slow, per- tinacious tempers that will warm day after day to a white heat, and never again cool to forgiveness; and I saw too that this quarrel had been some time growing. ‘The man’s drunk,’ said I, perhaps officiously; ‘you’ll do no good.’