"You expect us, I suppose, to believe that the explosion was really caused by a drop of water?" "Etherized," he interrupted. "Certainly I do. You don't believe it--on what grounds?" "That it is unbelievable." "Pshaw! You deny a fact because you do not understand it. Ignorance is not evidence." "I say it is impossible." "You do not wish to believe it possible. Wishes are not proofs." Without pursuing the argument, I said to him: "It is fortunate that the accident took place at sea. There will be no inquests." "Oh! I am sorry for the accident. As for the men, they might have had a worse fate. It is better than living in life-long misery as they do. Besides, both they and the fishes that will eat them will soon be numbered amongst the things that have been." CHAPTER XII. "NO DEATH--SAVE IN LIFE." For some days afterwards our voyage was uneventful, and the usual shipboard amusements were requisitioned to while away the tedious hours. The French fishing fleet was never mentioned. We got through the Bay with very little knocking about, and passed the Rock without calling. I was not disappointed, for there was slight inducement for going ashore, oppressed as I was with the ever-present incubus of dread. At intervals this feeling became less acute, but only to return, strengthened by its short absences. After a time my danger sense became blunted. The nervous system became torpid under continuous stress, and refused to pass on the sensations with sufficient intensity to the brain; or the weary brain was asleep at its post and did not heed the warnings. I could think no more. And this reminds me of something which I must tell about young Halley. For several days after the voyage began, the boy avoided me. I knew his reason for doing this. I myself did not blame him for his want of physical courage, but I was glad that he himself was ashamed of it. Halley came to me one morning and said: "I wish to speak to you, Marcel. I _must_ speak to you. It is about that miserable episode on the evening we left England. I acted like a cad. Therefore I must be a cad. I only want to tell you that I despise myself as much as you can. And that I envy you. I never thought that I should envy a man simply because he had no nervous system." "Who is this man without a nervous system of whom you speak?" I asked coldly. I was not sorry that I had an opportunity of reading him a lesson which might be placed opposite the many indignities which had been put upon me, in the form mainly of shoulder shrugs, brow elevations, and the like. "You, of course. I mean no offence--you are magnificent. I am honest in saying that I admire you. I wish I was like you in height, weight, muscle--and absence of nervous system." "You would keep your own brain, I suppose?" I asked. "Yes, I would keep that."