CHAPTER 13For a moment I did not move. Now that they were gone, I seemed to be possessed of a sense of sane reality and what had passed seemed like a vision of sleep, and the words I heard were like the words which sometimes echo in unconscious ears and yet remain in our waking memories.
It had come like a black cloud out of the sea, heavy with the winds of venom, and I was a part of it now. It was a part of other men’s hates, and my pay was a pocket full of banknotes.
I stared blankly across Captain Murdock’s kitchen table. I could almost feel Eliphalet Greer’s fingers on my shoulder with their cold, steady pressure biting through my coat. Then I heard a voice beside me.
“I told you if you stayed you’d learn to hate.”
I had forgotten I was not alone. I looked up, and there was Captain
