benito cereno-第8章
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character； or her commander； either for himself or those under him； cherish any desire but for speedy relief and refreshment？ But then； might not general distress； and thirst in particular； be affected？ And might not that same undiminished Spanish crew； alleged to have perished off to a remnant； be at that very moment lurking in the hold？ On heart…broken pretence of entreating a cup of cold water； fiends in human form had got into lonely dwellings； nor retired until a dark deed had been done。 And among the Malay pirates； it was no unusual thing to lure ships after them into their treacherous harbours； or entice boarders from a declared enemy at sea； by the spectacle of thinly manned or vacant decks； beneath which prowled a hundred spears with yellow arms ready to upthrust them through the mats。 Not that Captain Delano had entirely credited such things。 He had heard of them… and now； as stories； they recurred。 The present destination of the ship was the anchorage。 There she would be near his own vessel。 Upon gaining that vicinity； might not the San Dominick； like a slumbering volcano； suddenly let loose energies now hid？ He recalled the Spaniard's manner while telling his story。 There was a gloomy hesitancy and subterfuge about it。 It was just the manner of one making up his tale for evil purposes； as he goes。 But if that story was not true； what was the truth？ That the ship had unlawfully come into the Spaniard's possession？ But in many of its details； especially in reference to the more calamitous parts； such as the fatalities among the seamen； the consequent prolonged beating about； the past sufferings from obstinate calms； and still continued suffering from thirst； in all these points； as well as others； Don Benito's story had been corroborated not only by the wailing ejaculations of the indiscriminate multitude； white and black； but likewise… what seemed impossible to be counterfeit… by the very expression and play of every human feature； which Captain Delano saw。 If Don Benito's story was throughout an invention； then every soul on board； down to the youngest Negress； was his carefully drilled recruit in the plot： an incredible inference。 And yet； if there was ground for mistrusting the Spanish captain's veracity； that inference was a legitimate one。 In short； scarce an uneasiness entered the honest sailor's mind but； by a subsequent spontaneous act of good sense； it was ejected。 At last he began to laugh at these forebodings； and laugh at the strange ship for； in its aspect someway siding with them； as it were； and laugh； too； at the odd…looking blacks； particularly those old scissors…grinders； the Ashantees； and those bed…ridden old knitting…women； the oakum…pickers； and； in a human way； he almost began to laugh at the dark Spaniard himself； the central hobgoblin of all。 For the rest； whatever in a serious way seemed enigmatical； was now good…naturedly explained away by the thought that； for the most part； the poor invalid scarcely knew what he was about； either sulking in black vapours； or putting random questions without sense or object。 Evidently； for the present； the man was not fit to be entrusted with the ship。 On some benevolent plea withdrawing the command from him； Captain Delano would yet have to send her to Concepcion in charge of his second mate； a worthy person and good navigator… a plan which would prove no wiser for the San Dominick than for Don Benito； for… relieved from all anxiety； keeping wholly to his cabin… the sick man； under the good nursing of his servant； would probably； by the end of the passage； be in a measure restored to health and with that he should also be restored to authority。 Such were the American's thoughts。 They were tranquillizing。 There was a difference between the idea of Don Benito's darkly preordaining Captain Delano's fate； and Captain Delano's lightly arranging Don Benito's。 Nevertheless； it was not without something of relief that the good seaman presently perceived his whale…boat in the distance。 Its absence had been prolonged by unexpected detention at the sealer's side； as well as its returning trip lengthened by the continual recession of the goal。 The advancing speck was observed by the blacks。 Their shouts attracted the attention of Don Benito； who； with a return of courtesy； approaching Captain Delano； expressed satisfaction at the coming of some supplies； slight and temporary as they must necessarily prove。 Captain Delano responded； but while doing so； his attention was drawn to something passing on the deck below： among the crowd climbing the landward bulwarks； anxiously watching the coming boat； two blacks； to all appearances accidentally incommoded by one of the sailors； flew out against him with horrible curses； which the sailor someway resenting； the two blacks dashed him to the deck and jumped upon him； despite the earnest cries of the oakum…pickers。 〃Don Benito；〃 said Captain Delano quickly； 〃do you see what is going on there？ Look！〃 But； seized by his cough； the Spaniard staggered； with both hands to his face； on the point of falling。 Captain Delano would have supported him； but the servant was more alert； who； with one hand sustaining his master； with the other applied the cordial。 Don Benito； restored； the black withdrew his support； slipping aside a little； but dutifully remaining within call of a whisper。 Such discretion was here evinced as quite wiped away； in the visitor's eyes； any blemish of impropriety which might have attached to the attendant； from the indecorous conferences before mentioned； showing； too； that if the servant were to blame； it might be more the master's fault than his own； since when left to himself he could conduct thus well。 His glance thus called away from the spectacle of disorder to the more pleasing one before him； Captain Delano could not avoid again congratulating Don Benito upon possessing such a servant； who； though perhaps a little too forward now and then； must upon the whole be invaluable to one in the invalid's situation。 〃Tell me； Don Benito；〃 he added； with a smile… 〃I should like to have your man here myself… what will you take for him？ Would fifty doubloons be any object？〃 〃Master wouldn't part with Babo for a thousand doubloons；〃 murmured the black； overhearing the offer； and taking it in earnest； and； with the strange vanity of a faithful slave appreciated by his master； scorning to hear so paltry a valuation put upon him by a stranger。 But Don Benito； apparently hardly yet completely restored； and again interrupted by his cough； made but some broken reply。 Soon his physical distress became so great； affecting his mind； tool apparently； that； as if to screen the sad spectacle； the servant gently conducted his master below。 Left to himself； the American； to while away the time till his boat should arrive； would have pleasantly accosted some one of the few Spanish seamen he saw； but recalling something that Don Benito had said touching their ill conduct； he refrained； as a shipmaster indisposed to countenance cowardice or unfaithfulness in seamen。 While； with these thoughts； standing with eye directed forward toward that handful of sailors… suddenly he thought that some of them returned the glance and with a sort of meaning。 He rubbed his eyes； and looked again； but again seemed to see the same thing。 Under a new form； but more obscure than any previous one； the old suspicions recurred； but； in the absence of Don Benito； with less of panic than before。 Despite the bad account given of the sailors； Captain Delano resolved forthwith to accost one of them。 Descending the poop； he made his way through the blacks； his movement drawing a queer cry from the oakum…pickers； prompted by whom the Negroes； twitching each other aside； divided before him； but； as if curious to see what was the object of this deliberate visit to their Ghetto； closing in behind； in tolerable order； followed the white stranger up。 His progress thus proclaimed as by mounted kings…at…arms； and escorted as by a Caffre guard of honour； Captain Delano； assuming a good…humoured； off…hand air； continued to advance； now and then saying a blithe word to the Negroes； and his eye curiously surveying the white f
