He waxes more and more
excited. His vague utterances are followed by inarticulate cries.
Suddenly he rushes to the port stays and clings to them, and I
begin to fear that he will leap into the rigging and climb to the
cross-tree, where he might be precipitated into the sea by a lurch of
the ship.
On a sign from Captain Spade, some sailors run up and try to make him
relinquish his grasp of the stays, but are unable to do so. I know
that during his fits he is endowed with the strength of ten men, and
many a time I have been compelled to summon assistance in order to
overpower him.
Other members of the crew, however, come up, and the unhappy madman is
borne to the deck, where two big sailors hold him down, despite his
extraordinary strength.
The only thing to do is to convey him to his cabin, and let him
lie there till he gets over his fit. This is what will be done in
conformity with orders given by a new-comer whose voice seems familiar
to me.
I turn and recognize him.
He is the Count d'Artigas, with a frown on his face and an imperious
manner, just as I had seen him at Healthful House.
I at once advance toward him. I want an explanation and mean to have
it.
"By what right, sir?"--I begin.
"By the right of might," replies the Count.
Then he turns on his heel, and Thomas Roch is carried below.
CHAPTER VII.
TWO DAYS AT SEA.
Perhaps--should circumstances render it necessary--I may be induced to
tell the Count d'Artigas that I am Simon Hart, the engineer.
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