“I know nothing of the troubles, if you mean that,” Jasper answered. “I’ve landed there half a cargo of rice, for which I got nothing in exchange, and went away. There’s no trade there now, but they would have been starving in another week—if I hadn’t turned up.” “Meddling! English meddling! And suppose the rascals don’t deserve anything better than to starve, eh?” “There are women and children there, you know,” observed Jasper, in his even tone. “Oh, yes! When an Englishman talks of women and children, you may be sure there’s something fishy about the business. Your doings will have to be investigated.” They spoke in turn, as though they had been disembodied spirits—mere voices in empty air; for they looked at each other as if there had been nothing there, or, at most, with as much recognition as one gives to an inanimate object, and no more. But now a silence fell. Heemskirk had thought, all at once: “She will tell him all about it. She will tell him while she hangs round his neck laughing.” And the sudden desire to annihilate Jasper on the spot almost deprived him of his senses by its vehemence. He lost the power of speech, of vision. For a moment he absolutely couldn’t see Jasper. But he heard him inquiring, as of the world at large: “Am I, then, to conclude that the brig is detained?” Heemskirk made a recovery in a flush of malignant satisfaction. “She is. I am going to take her to Makassar in tow.” “The courts will have to decide on the legality of this,” said Jasper, aware that the matter was becoming serious, but with assumed indifference. “Oh, yes, the courts! Certainly. And as to you, I shall keep you on board here.” Jasper’s dismay at being parted from his ship was betrayed by a stony immobility. It lasted but an instant. Then he turned away and hailed the brig. Mr. Schultz answered: “Yes, sir.” “Get ready to receive a tow-rope from the gunboat! We are going to be taken to Makassar.” “Good God! What’s that for, sir?” came an anxious cry faintly. “Kindness, I suppose,” Jasper, ironical, shouted with great deliberation. “We might have been—becalmed in here—for days. And hospitality. I am invited to stay—on board here.” The answer to this information was a loud ejaculation of distress. Jasper thought anxiously: “Why, the fellow’s nerve’s gone to pieces;” and with an awkward uneasiness of a new sort, looked intently at the brig. The thought that he was parted from her—for the first time since they came together—shook the apparently careless fortitude of his character to its very foundations, which were deep. All that time neither Heemskirk nor even his inky shadow had stirred in the least.