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be sleeping face downwards on the sort of longitudinal bridge these big canoes have in the waist. But it was presently apparent, from the sway of her rudder and the way she drifted into the course of the gunboat, that something was out of order with her. Gerilleau surveyed her through a field-glass, and became interested in the queer darkness of the face of the sitting man, a red-faced man he seemed, without a noseโ โ€”crouching he was rather than sitting, and the longer the captain looked the less he liked to look at him, and the less able he was to take his glasses away.

But he did so at last, and went a little way to call up Holroyd. Then he went back to hail the cuberta. He hailed her again, and so she drove past him. Santa Rosa stood out clearly as her name.

As she came by and into the wake of the monitor, she pitched a little, and suddenly the figure of the crouching man collapsed as though all its joints had given way. His hat fell off, his head was not nice to look at, and his body flopped lax and rolled out of sight behind the bulwarks.

โ€œCaramba!โ€ cried Gerilleau, and resorted to Holroyd forthwith.

Holroyd was halfway up the companion. โ€œDid you see dat?โ€ said the captain.

โ€œDead!โ€ said Holroyd. โ€œYes. Youโ€™d better send a boat aboard. Thereโ€™s something wrong.โ€

โ€œDid youโ โ€”by any chanceโ โ€”see his face?โ€

โ€œWhat was it like?โ€

โ€œIt wasโ โ€”ugh!โ โ€”I have no words.โ€ And the captain suddenly turned his back on Holroyd and became an active and strident commander.

The gunboat came about, steamed parallel to the erratic course of the canoe, and dropped the boat with Lieutenant da Cunha and three sailors to board her. Then the curiosity of the captain made him draw up almost alongside as the lieutenant got aboard, so that the whole of the Santa Rosa, deck and hold, was visible to Holroyd.

He saw now clearly that the sole crew of the vessel was these two dead men, and though he could not see their faces, he saw by their outstretched hands, which were all of ragged flesh, that they had been subjected to some strange exceptional process of decay. For a moment his attention concentrated on those two enigmatical bundles of dirty clothes and laxly flung limbs, and then his eyes went forward to discover the open hold piled high with trunks and cases, and aft, to where the little cabin gaped inexplicably empty. Then he became aware that the planks of the middle decking were dotted with moving black specks.

His attention was riveted by these specks. They were all walking in directions radiating from the fallen man in a mannerโ โ€”the image came unsought to his mindโ โ€”like the crowd dispersing from a bullfight.

He became aware of Gerilleau beside him. โ€œCapo,โ€ he said, โ€œhave you your glasses? Can you focus as closely as those planks there?โ€

Gerilleau made an effort, grunted, and handed him the glasses.

There followed a moment of scrutiny. โ€œItโ€™s ants,โ€ said the Englishman, and handed the focused field-glass back to Gerilleau.

His impression of them was of a crowd of large black ants, very like ordinary ants except for their size, and for the fact that some of the larger of them bore a sort of clothing of grey. But at the time his inspection was too brief for particulars. The head of Lieutenant da Cunha appeared over the side of the cuberta, and a brief colloquy ensued.

โ€œYou must go aboard,โ€ said Gerilleau.

The lieutenant objected that the boat was full of ants.

โ€œYou have your boots,โ€ said Gerilleau.

The lieutenant changed the subject. โ€œHow did these men die?โ€ he asked.

Captain Gerilleau embarked upon speculations that Holroyd could not follow, and the two men disputed with a certain increasing vehemence. Holroyd took up the field-glass and resumed his scrutiny, first of the ants and then of the dead man amidships.

He has described these ants to me very particularly.

He says they were as large as any ants he has ever seen, black and moving with a steady deliberation very different from the mechanical fussiness of the common ant. About one in twenty was much larger than its fellows, and with an exceptionally large head. These reminded him at once of the master workers who are said to rule over the leaf-cutter ants; like them they seemed to be directing and coordinating the general movements. They tilted their bodies back in a manner altogether singular as if they made some use of the fore feet. And he had a curious fancy that he was too far off to verify, that most of these ants of both kinds were wearing accoutrements, had things strapped about their bodies by bright white bands like white metal threadsโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ

He put down the glasses abruptly, realising that the question of discipline between the captain and his subordinate had become acute.

โ€œIt is your duty,โ€ said the captain, โ€œto go aboard. It is my instructions.โ€

The lieutenant seemed on the verge of refusing. The head of one of the mulatto sailors appeared beside him.

โ€œI believe these men were killed by the ants,โ€ said Holroyd abruptly in English.

The captain burst into a rage. He made no answer to Holroyd. โ€œI have commanded you to go aboard,โ€ he screamed to his subordinate in Portuguese. โ€œIf you do not go aboard forthwith it is mutinyโ โ€”rank mutiny. Mutiny and cowardice! Where is the courage that should animate us? I will have you in irons, I will have you shot like a dog.โ€ He began a torrent of abuse and curses, he danced to and fro. He shook his fists, he behaved as if beside himself with rage, and the lieutenant, white and still, stood looking at him. The crew appeared forward, with amazed faces.

Suddenly, in a pause of this outbreak, the lieutenant came to some heroic decision, saluted, drew himself together and clambered upon the deck of the cuberta.

โ€œAh!โ€ said Gerilleau, and his mouth shut like a trap. Holroyd saw the ants retreating before da Cunhaโ€™s boots.

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