The paddles had already begun to churn in the water, and the vessel
to move slowly, but with a swift vibration in every plank of her which
promised speed when once she had gathered way. I was suspicious enough
already, though in so vague a fashion that I hardly guessed what I
suspected, and I recall the fact that I was not in the least surprised
when I heard a cry from Ruffiano's lips, and saw the old man struggling
in the arms of a big sailor who had clipped him by both elbows from
behind and held him in a position of the most serious disadvantage.
Without reflection, I sprang to his release. I felt a heavy blow between
the shoulders, which would in all probability have taken effect upon my
head but for my sudden movement, and in an instant I was in the middle
of as severe a rough-and-tumble fight as I could remember anywhere.
There were eight or ten people engaged in it, and the whole thing was
so rapid that I had not the faintest idea as to where my opponents came
from. I only know that within five seconds of the time at which I had
left the deck I was somehow back upon it, fighting, as it seemed to me
at the moment, for bare life, though I cannot think at this time of day
that any very serious personal violence was intended towards myself.
I was fighting like mad with half a dozen when we suddenly swerved
altogether against some part of the bulwark which had not been
properly secured, and was probably made to open to afford a gangway for
passengers, or for the unloading of baggage. The rail swung back, and I,
clutching desperately at one of the fellows with whom I was struggling,
fell overboard, and soused into the black water, with the bitter chill
of a rainy spring in it. I think I may say quite honestly that on land I
was a tolerably accomplished sportsman, but I was mainly inland bred as
a boy, and though I could swim, after a fashion, and could also, after
a fashion, handle a pair of sculls, I was a moderately poor creature in
the water. The man I had clutched went down with me, and we both came
up spouting the loathsome Thames water from our mouths and nostrils, and
still holding to each other. As good luck would have it for me at that
moment I came up on top, and a single blow disengaged me from my late
adversary. The vessel from which we had fallen was already at a distance
which seemed astonishing, and as I trod the water and looked about
me, all the twinkling lights of the river craft and the shore looked
alarmingly distant. I made for the nearest of them all, and swam,
dreadfully embarrassed by my boots and soaked clothing. The light
towards which I directed myself shone green over the black spaces of
the water, and concentrating all my observation upon it, I thought I
approached it at quite a royal pace. In a very little while, however, I
discovered that the light was bearing down on me at a much greater rate
than that at which I was approaching it, and finally I had some ado to
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