And that
gash! He could no more keep his eyes from it than stop the beating of
his heart. Try as he would, they wandered back to that one point as
inevitably as the needle to the pole.
"Do it 'urt you?" Jim Cardegee thundered suddenly, looking up from the
spreading of his blankets and encountering the rapt gaze of the other.
"It strikes me as 'ow it 'ud be the proper thing for you to draw your
jib, douse the glim, an' turn in, seein' as 'ow it worrits you. Jes' lay
to that, you swab, or so 'elp me I'll take a pull on your
peak-purchases!"
Kent was so nervous that it took three puffs to blow out the slush-lamp,
and he crawled into his blankets without even removing his moccasins. The
sailor was soon snoring lustily from his hard bed on the floor, but Kent
lay staring up into the blackness, one hand on the shotgun, resolved not
to close his eyes the whole night. He had not had an opportunity to
secrete his five pounds of gold, and it lay in the ammunition box at the
head of his bunk. But, try as he would, he at last dozed off with the
weight of his dust heavy on his soul. Had he not inadvertently fallen
asleep with his mind in such condition, the somnambulic demon would not
have been invoked, nor would Jim Cardegee have gone mining next day with
a dish-pan.
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