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Herein alone did these Chilean
sailors differ from wolves, and wolves have the excuse of fierce hunger
when they devour their disabled fellows.
Still carrying Boyle, Courtenay led the confused horde through a
gangway to the higher side of the deck.
"Swing those boats back to the spar deck!" he said. "Get falls and
tackle ready to lift them to port. Don't lose your heads, men. You
will all be clear of the ship in ten minutes if you do as you are told."
Two officers and a quarter-master sprang forward. In an incredibly
short space of time the crew were working with redoubled frenzy, but
under control, and with a common object. For an instant, Courtenay was
free to attend to his chief officer. He bore him to the lighted saloon
companion. Boyle was deathly pale under the tan of his skin. The
captain saw that his own left hand, where it clasped the other round
the waist, was covered with blood.
"Below there!" he cried. "Bring two men here, Mr. Malcolm."
When the chief steward came he gave directions that Mr. Boyle should be
taken to the saloon and Dr. Christobal summoned.


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