The water lapped and clunked dismally in the hollows below, and at
times he had to climb almost down to it, and then up the further side,
to get across faults in the pile. In one such black gully, on what was
usually the leeward side of the pile, he had stepped cautiously from
ledge to ledge, and laid hold of a projecting spar and was hauling
himself up the other side, when he came face up against a dark little
cranny between two great cases. And in the niche sat the skeleton of a
man, all huddled up and jammed together, but grinning at him in so
ferociously jovial a manner, as though he had been expecting him and
was rejoiced at the sight of him, that Wulfrey came near to loosing his
hold and falling into the water. He scrambled hastily past, and saw
grinning faces in every dark corner for the rest of the day, and some
of them were fact and some were only fancy. For the tumbled pile of
wreckage was like a huge trap for the catching of anything the sweeping
gales might bring it.
He heard Macro's voice, dulled by the mist, calling to him, and he
answered but knew not which way to go to get to him. It was only by
constant shouting and long and precarious scrambling that they came
together again.
"We'd best keep close in this fog," said the mate, "or one of us'll be
stopping the night here. Found anything?"
"A dead man----"
"Any of ours?"
"No, he was only bones."
"It's full of 'em. They're no canny, but they'll not harm us.
Where'll we begin?"
"One place is as good as another. Here, I should say, and quietly, or
those fiends of birds will be at us again."
"Bear a hand with this, then," laying hold of a newly-stranded barrel.
"That's pork out of the 'Grassadoo,' so it'll be all right," and
heaving and hauling, they managed to get the barrel down on to the raft.
As they poked about the pile in the mist, it was evident they had
struck a spot where a good portion of the contents of the
'Grace-à-Dieu' had lodged. Macro, having superintended the loading,
recognised many of the marks and in some instances could recall their
contents.
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