Blair called for the mate and told him curtly what he had already told the captain, and added some special instructions for his own benefit. [Illustration: Blair called for the mate and told him curtly what he had already told the captain.] "First, make fast that hawser!" They did it to the satisfaction of the Torches, and at a call from Blair the _Torch_ started slowly ahead, the hawser tightened, and every solid thrust of the blades in the blue water cut an upward step in the life of the Dark Islands. "Now, understand! There will be a hand on that rope night and day. If there is any tampering with it you will hear from us. This mess"--pointing to the dismantled masts--"you will not touch till we reach the islands. Now I am going to inspect your cargo. How often do you feed them?" "Twice a day." "Some of us will come across each time and see it done. I hold you responsible. If they suffer, you will suffer. Understand? Now lead the way! You"--to Stuart and the four Torches--"please keep your eyes about you while I go below. Matti, you come with me." A grating, through which came a most horrible smell, was hauled up, and the three went down into the inferno, and felt sick before their feet quitted the ladder. For the mate was sick at this unexpected turn of fortune, and Blair and Matti came near to physical sickness with the stench. Blair clung to the side of the ladder and gazed mistily round. There was little light, but the dimness seemed to come not so much from lack of light as from superfluity of nastiness of every possible description and human misery indescribable. The feel of the place was like a hot breath from the pit. It closed silently upon one like the hand of a crawling death. It dimmed the eyes, and choked the throat, and lay like a weight on the heart. To breathe it seemed death, yet three hundred miserables breathed it and lived, and by degrees his eyes discerned them and never lost the sight. A great confused tangle of brown limbs and bodies, many entirely naked, a forest of shock heads, a hypnotising multitude of dark eyes all focussed on him, and all pitted with sparks of light from the opened hatch--mostly men, a few women, no children--short panting breaths, sighs, groans, the dull rattle of chains. "Have they been fed to-day?" gasped Blair, and pointed to his mouth. The mate nodded. Blair went two steps up the ladder and called to Stuart. "Tell them to feed and water these poor things instantly. Now, Matti, ask them in all the tongues you know if there is any headman or chief among them. And say we mean them well." Matti tried them without success in two or three dialects, but at last hit upon one that evoked responsive movements in some of those nearest the light. He felt his way, and at last got a word in answer, the meaning of which he understood.