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Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!”
I was just thinking how busy drink and the devil were at that
very moment in the cabin of the Hispaniola, when I was surprised
by a sudden lurch of the coracle. At the same moment, she yawed
sharply and seemed to change her course. The speed in the
meantime had strangely increased.
I opened my eyes at once. All round me were little ripples,
combing over with a sharp, bristling sound and slightly
phosphorescent. The Hispaniola herself, a few yards in whose
wake I was still being whirled along, seemed to stagger in her
course, and I saw her spars toss a little against the blackness of the
night; nay, as I looked longer, I made sure she also was wheeling
to the southward.
I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart jumped against my
ribs. There, right behind me, was the glow of the camp-fire. The
current had turned at right angles, sweeping round along with it
the tall schooner and the little dancing coracle; ever quickening,
ever bubbling higher, ever muttering louder, it went spinning
through the narrows for the open sea.
Suddenly the schooner in front of me gave a violent yaw,
turning, perhaps, through twenty degrees; and almost at the same
moment one shout followed another from on board; I could hear
feet pounding on the companion ladder and I knew that the two
drunkards had at last been interrupted in their quarrel and
awakened to a sense of their disaster.
I lay down flat in the bottom of that wretched skiff and devoutly
recommended my spirit to its Maker. At the end of the straits, I