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Jorgenson，standingbythetaffrail，notedthefaintreddishglowinthemassiveblacknessofthefurthershore。Jorgensonnotedthingsquickly，cursorily，perfunctorily，asphenomenaunrelatedtohisownapparitionalexistenceofavisitingghost。Theywerebutpassagesinthegameofmenwhowerestillplayingatlife。
Heknewtoowellhowmuchthatgamewasworthtobeconcernedaboutitscourse。Hehadgivenupthehabitofthinkingforsolongthatthesuddenresumptionofitirkedhimexceedingly，especiallyashehadtothinkontowardaconclusion。Inthatworldofeternaloblivion，ofwhichhehadtastedbeforeLingardmadehimstepbackintothelifeofmen，allthingsweresettledonceforall。Hewasirritatedbyhisownperplexitywhichwaslikeareminderofthatmortalitymadeupofquestionsandpassionsfromwhichhehadfanciedhehadfreedhimselfforever。
ByanaturalassociationhiscontemptuousannoyanceembracedtheexistenceofMrs。Travers，too，forhowcouldhethinkofTomLingard，ofwhatwasgoodorbadforKingTom，withoutthinkingalsoofthatwomanwhohadmanagedtoputtheghostofasparkevenintohisownextinguishedeyes？Shewasofnoaccount；butTom’sintegritywas。ItwasofTomthathehadtothink，ofwhatwasgoodorbadforTominthatabsurdanddeadlygameofhislife。FinallyhereachedtheconclusionthattobegiventheringwouldbegoodforTomLingard。Justtobegiventheringandnomore。Theringandnomore。
"Itwillhelphimtomakeuphismind，"mutteredJorgensoninhismoustache，asifcompelledbyanobscureconviction。Itwasonlythenthathestirredslightlyandturnedawayfromtheloomofthefiresonthedistantshore。Mrs。Traversheardhisfootstepspassingagainalongthesideofthedeckhouse——andthistimeneverraisedherhead。Thatmanwassleepless，mad，childish，andinflexible。Hewasimpossible。Hehauntedthedecksofthathulkaimlessly……
Itwas，however，inpursuanceofaverydistinctaimthatJorgensonhadgoneforwardagaintoseekJaffir。
ThefirstremarkhehadtooffertoJaffir’sconsiderationwasthattheonlypersonintheworldwhohadtheremotestchanceofreachingBelarab’sgateonthatnightwasthattallwhitewomantheRajahLauthadbroughtonboard，thewifeofoneofthecaptivewhitechiefs。SurprisemadeJaffirexclaim，buthewasn’tpreparedtodenythat。Itwaspossiblethatformanyreasons，somequitesimpleandothersverysubtle，thosesonsoftheEvilOnebelongingtoTenggaandDamanwouldrefrainfromkillingawhitewomanwalkingalonefromthewater’sedgetoBelarab’sgate。Yes，itwasjustpossiblethatshemightwalkunharmed。
"Especiallyifshecarriedablazingtorch，"mutteredJorgensoninhismoustache。HetoldJaffirthatshewassittingnowinthedark，mourningsilentlyinthemannerofwhitewomen。Shehadmadeagreatoutcryinthemorningtobeallowedtojointhewhitemenonshore。He，Jorgenson，hadrefusedherthecanoe。
Eversinceshehadsecludedherselfinthedeckhouseingreatdistress。
Jaffirlistenedtoitallwithoutparticularsympathy。AndwhenJorgensonadded，"Itisinmymind，OJaffir，toletherhaveherwillnow，"heansweredbya"Yes，byAllah！lethergo。Whatdoesitmatter？"ofthegreatestunconcern，tillJorgensonadded：
"Yes。AndshemaycarrytheringtotheRajahLaut。"
JorgensonsawJaffir，thegrimandimpassiveJaffir，giveaperceptiblestart。ItseemedatfirstanimpossibletasktopersuadeJaffirtopartwiththering。Thenotionwastoomonstroustoenterhismind，tomovehisheart。Butatlasthesurrenderedinanawedwhisper，"Godisgreat。Perhapsitisherdestiny。"
BeingaWajomanhedidnotregardwomenasuntrustworthyorunequaltoataskrequiringcourageandjudgment。OncehegotoverthepersonalfeelinghehandedtheringtoJorgensonwithonlyonereservation，"Youknow，Tuan，thatshemustonnoaccountputitonherfinger。"
"Letherhangitroundherneck，"suggestedJorgenson，readily。
AsJorgensonmovedtowardthedeckhouseitoccurredtohimthatperhapsnowthatwomanTomLingardhadtakenintowmighttakeitintoherheadtorefusetoleavetheEmma。Thisdidnotdisturbhimverymuch。Allthosepeoplemovedinthedark。Hehimselfatthatparticularmomentwasmovinginthedark。BeyondthesimplewishtoguideLingard’sthoughtinthedirectionofHassimandImmada，tohelphimtomakeuphismindatlasttoaruthlessfidelitytohispurposeJorgensonhadnootheraim。Theexistenceofthosewhiteshadnomeaningonearth。Theywerethesortofpeoplethatpasswithoutleavingfootprints。Thatwomanwouldhavetoactinignorance。Andifsherefusedtogotheninignoranceshewouldhavetostayonboard。Hewouldtellhernothing。
Asamatteroffact，hediscoveredthatMrs。Traverswouldsimplyhavenothingtodowithhim。Shewouldnotlistentowhathehadtosay。Shedesiredhim，amerewearyvoiceconfinedinthedarknessofthedeckcabin，togoawayandtroublehernomore。
ButtheghostofJorgensonwasnoteasilyexorcised。He，too，wasamerevoiceintheouterdarkness，inexorable，insistingthatsheshouldcomeoutondeckandlisten。Atlasthefoundtherightwordstosay。
"ItissomethingaboutTomthatIwanttotellyou。Youwishhimwell，don’tyou？"
Afterthisshecouldnotrefusetocomeoutondeck，andoncethereshelistenedpatientlytothatwhiteghostmutteringandmumblingaboveherdroopinghead。
"Itseemstome，CaptainJorgenson，"shesaidafterhehadceased，"thatyouaresimplytriflingwithme。Afteryourbehaviourtomethismorning，Icanhavenothingtosaytoyou。"
"Ihaveacanoeforyounow，"mumbledJorgenson。
"Youhavesomenewpurposeinviewnow，"retortedMrs。Traverswithspirit。"Butyouwon’tmakeitcleartome。Whatisitthatyouhaveinyourmind？"
"Tom’sinterest。"
"Areyoureallyhisfriend？"
"Hebroughtmehere。Youknowit。Hehastalkedalottoyou。"
"Hedid。ButIaskmyselfwhetheryouarecapableofbeinganybody’sfriend。"
"Youaskyourself！"repeatedJorgenson，veryquietandmorose。
"IfIamnothisfriendIshouldliketoknowwhois。"
Mrs。Traversasked，quickly："What’sallthisaboutaring？Whatring？"
"Tom’sproperty。Hehashaditforyears。"
"Andhegaveittoyou？Doesn’thecareforit？"
"Don’tknow。It’sjustathing。"
"Butithasameaningasbetweenyouandhim。Isthatso？"
"Yes。Ithas。Hewillknowwhatitmeans。"
"Whatdoesitmean？"
"Iamtoomuchhisfriendnottoholdmytongue。"
"What！Tome！"
"Andwhoareyou？"wasJorgenson’sunexpectedremark。"Hehastoldyoutoomuchalready。"
"Perhapshehas，"whisperedMrs。Travers，asiftoherself。"Andyouwantthatringtobetakentohim？"sheasked，inaloudertone。
"Yes。Atonce。Forhisgood。"
"Areyoucertainitisforhisgood？Whycan’tyou……"
Shecheckedherself。Thatmanwashopeless。Hewouldnevertellanythingandtherewasnomeansofcompellinghim。Hewasinvulnerable，unapproachable……Hewasdead。
"Justgiveittohim，"mumbledJorgensonasthoughpursuingamerefixedidea。"Justslipitquietlyintohishand。Hewillunderstand。"
"Whatisit？Advice，warning，signalforaction？"
"Itmaybeanything，"utteredJorgenson，morosely，butasitwereinamollifiedtone。"It’smeantforhisgood。"
"Oh，ifIonlycouldtrustthatman！"musedMrs。Travers，halfaloud。
Jorgenson’sslightnoiseinthethroatmighthavebeentakenforanexpressionofsympathy。Butheremainedsilent。
"Really，thisismostextraordinary！"criedMrs。Travers，suddenlyaroused。"Whydidyoucometome？Whyshoulditbemytask？Whyshouldyouwantmespeciallytotakeittohim？"
"Iwilltellyouwhy，"saidJorgenson’sblankvoice。"It’sbecausethereisnooneonboardthishulkthatcanhopetogetaliveinsidethatstockade。Thismorningyoutoldmeyourselfthatyouwere
