The Munity of the Elsinore

he port side of the poop, where, hands in pockets, he was glancing, now for'ard at the struggling man, now aft at

her, appear. In his struggles he sometimes sank beneath the surface, but always he emerged, flourishing the

n a zoo, and for all the world this bestial-faced, mowing, gibbering thing reminded me of the orang. The sailors surrounded him, laying hands on him, withstraining him, the while they guffawed and cheered. Right and left the two mates shoved them away, and dragged the lunatic down the deck and into a room in the 'midship house. I could

"I've seen some bughouse crews in

do?" I asked. "The ma

ll of him until we can lose him somehow. When he gets easy I'll sew

in pockets, quite uninterested, gazing at a blue break in the sky to the north-east. More than the mates and the maniac, more than the dru

ling me he had been sent to say that

I was in a spacious and beautiful apartment. With the bawling of the men's voices still in my ears, and with the pictures of their drink-puffed and filthy faces still vivid under my eyelids, I found myself greeted by a delicate-faced, prettily-gowned woman who s

, and Miss West, serving

he steward tells me a man has been overboard.

ed her u

is ship is no place for him. He sho

we'd have to send two-thirds o

e man has terribly wounded himself

scrutinizing, as she passed me my cup; then laughter we

hings are very ordinary occurrences. You'll get used to them. You must re

so elated was he that he turned his attention on the carpenter, who happened to be suffering from some sort of indigestion. Mr. Pike was so convinced of the correctness of his diagnosis that he tried

. the working of the ship," I urge

ders, as if not intend

lunatics or idiots in every ship's company. And th

howed no signs of madness at all; just calmly seized two boarding house runners and s

hrugged her