But Mr. Riach caught him by the sleeve . `` Admitting that you have been paid to do a murder -- '' he began . Hoseason turned upon him with a flash . `` What 's that ? '' he cried . `` What kind of talk is that ? '' `` It seems it is the talk that you can understand , '' said Mr. Riach , looking him steadily in the face . `` Mr. Riach , I have sailed with ye three cruises , '' replied the captain . `` In all that time , sir , ye should have learned to know me : I 'm a stiff man , and a dour man ; but for what ye say the now -- fie , fie ! -- it comes from a bad heart and a black conscience . If ye say the lad will die -- '' `` Ay , will he ! '' said Mr. Riach . `` Well , sir , is not that enough ? '' said Hoseason . `` Flit him where ye please ! '' Thereupon the captain ascended the ladder ; and I , who had lain silent throughout this strange conversation , beheld Mr. Riach turn after him and bow as low as to his knees in what was plainly a spirit of derision . Even in my then state of sickness , I perceived two things : that the mate was touched with liquor , as the captain hinted , and that -LRB- drunk or sober -RRB- he was like to prove a valuable friend . Five minutes afterwards my bonds were cut , I was hoisted on a man 's back , carried up to the forecastle , and laid in a bunk on some sea-blankets ; where the first thing that I did was to lose my senses . It was a blessed thing indeed to open my eyes again upon the daylight , and to find myself in the society of men . The forecastle was a roomy place enough , set all about with berths , in which the men of the watch below were seated smoking , or lying down asleep .
The day being calm and the wind fair , the scuttle was open , and not only the good XXXXX , but from time to time -LRB- as the ship rolled -RRB- a dusty beam of sunlight shone in , and dazzled and delighted me .
Ay Hoseason Riach berths daylight fie minutes murder sea-blankets smoking