"Ay, ay," says he, "that's very well; but _when_ was you cast away,
bully?"
I gave him the date.
"That's not a month ago," cried he.
"It's long enough, whatever the time," said I.
Here the crew fell a-talking, turning from one another to stare at me,
and the negroes' eyes showed as big as saucers in the dismay of their
regard.
"See, here, master," sung out the long man, "if you han't been cast away
more than a month, how come you clothed as men went dressed a century
sin', hey?"
The reason of their misgivings flashed upon me. It was not so much the
schooner as my appearance. The truth was, my clothes having been wetted,
I had ever since been wearing such thick garments as I met with in the
cabin, keeping my legs warm with jackboots, and I had become so used to
the garb that I forgot I had it on. You will judge, then, that I must
have presented a figure very nicely calculated to excite the wonder and
apprehension of a body of men whose superstitious instincts were already
sufficiently fluttered by the appearance of the schooner, when I tell
you that, in addition to the jackboots and a great fur cap, my costume
was formed of a red plush waistcoat laced with silver, purple breeches,
a coat of frieze with yellow braiding and huge cuffs, and the cloak that
I had taken from the body of Mendoza.
"Captain," cried I, "if so be you are the captain, in the name of God
and humanity come aboard, sir." Here I had to wait till he reappeared.
"My story is an extraordinary one. You have nothing to fear. I am a
plain English sailor; my ship was the _Laughing Mary_, bound in ballast
from Callao to the Cape." Here I had to wait again. "Pray, sir, come
aboard. There is nothing to fear. I am alone--in grievous distress, and
in want of help. Pray come, sir!"
There was so little of the goblin in this appeal that it resolved him.
The crew hung in the wind, but he addressed them peremptorily. I heard
him damn them for a set of curs, and tell them that if they put him
aboard they might lie off till he was ready to return, where they would
be safe, as the devil could not swim; and presently they buckled to
their oars again and the boat came alongside. The long man, watching his
chance, sprang with great agility into the chains, and stepped on deck.
I ran up to him and seized his hand with both mine.
"Sir," cried I, speaking with difficulty, so great was the tumult of my
spirits and the joy and gratitude that swelled my heart, "I thank you a
thousand times over for this visit. I am in the most helpless condition
that can be imagined. I am not astonished that you should have been
startled by the appearance of this vessel and by the figure I make in
these clothes, but, sir, you will be much more amazed when you have
heard my story."
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