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ship。〃
But Cleggett's nature was too lively and vigorous to remain
clouded for long。 By the time the red disk of the sun had crept
above the eastern horizon he had shaken off his fit of the blues。
The sun looked large and bland and friendly； and； somehow； the
partisan of integrity and honor。 He drew strength from it。
Cleggett； like all poetic souls； was responsive to these familiar
recurrent phenomena of nature。
The sun did him another office。 It showed him a peculiar tableau
vivant on the eastern bank of the canal； near the house boat
Annabel Lee。 This consisted of three men； two of them naked
except for bathing trunks of the most abbreviated sort； running
swiftly and earnestly up and down the edge of the canal。 He saw
with astonishment that the two men in bathing suits were
handcuffed together； the left wrist of one to the right wrist of
the other。 A rope was tied to the handcuffs； and the other end
of it was held by the third man； who was dressed in ordinary
tweeds。 The third man had a magazine rifle over one shoulder。
He followed about twenty feet behind the two men in bathing suits
and drove them。
Cleggett perceived that the man who was doing the driving was the
same who had watched the Jasper B。 so persistently the day before
from the deck of the Annabel Lee。 He was middle…sized； and
inclined to be stout； and yet he followed his strange team with
no apparent effort。 Cleggett saw through the glass that he had a
rather heavy black mustache； and was again struck by something
vaguely familiar about him。 The two men in bathing suits were
slender and undersized； they did not look at all like athletes；
and although they moved as fast as they could it was apparent
that they got no pleasure out of it。 They ran with their heads
hanging down； and it seemed to Cleggett that they were quarreling
as they ran； for occasionally one of them would give a vicious
jerk to the handcuffs that would almost upset the other； and that
must have hurt the wrists of both of them。
As Cleggett watched； the driver pulled them up short； and waved
them towards the canal。 They stopped； and it was apparent that
they were balking and expostulating。 But the driver was
inexorable。 He went near to them and threatened their bare backs
with the slack of the rope。 Gingerly and shiveringly they
stepped into the cold water； while the driver stood on the bank。
The water was up to their waists and he had to threaten them
again with his rope before they would duck their heads under。
When he allowed them on shore again they needed no urging； it was
evident； to make them hit up a good rate of speed； and back and
forth along the bank they sprinted。 But the cold bath had not
improved their temper； for suddenly one of them leaped and kicked
sidewise at the other； with the result that both toppled to the
ground。 The stout man was upon them in an instant； hazing them
with the rope end。 He drove them； still lashing out at each
other with their bare feet； into the water again； and after a
more prolonged ducking whipped them； at a plunging gallop； upon
the Annabel Lee； where they disappeared from Cleggett's view。
While Cleggett was still wondering what significance could
underlie this unusual form of matutinal exercise； Dr。 Farnsworth
came out of the forecastle and beckoned to him。 The young Doctor
had a red Vandyck beard sedulously cultivated in the belief that
it would make him look older and inspire the confidence of
patients； and a shock of dark red hair which he rumpled
vigorously when he was thinking。 He was rumpling it now。
〃Who's 'Loge'？〃 he demanded。
〃Loge？〃 repeated Cleggett。
〃You don't know anyone named 'Loge；' or Logan？〃
〃No。 Why？〃
〃Whoever he is； 'Loge' is very much on the mind of our young
friend in there；〃 said Farnsworth； with a movement of his head
towards the forecastle。 〃And I wouldn't be surprised； to judge
from the boy's delirium； if 'Loge' had something to do with all
the hell that's been raised around your ship。 Come in and listen
to this fellow。〃
Miss Medley； the nurse； was sitting beside the wounded youth's
bunk； endeavoring to soothe and restrain him。 The young
anarchist； whose eyes were bright with fever； was talking rapidly
in a weak but high…pitched singsong voice。
〃He's off on the poems again；〃 said the Doctor； after listening a
moment。 〃But wait； he'll get back to Loge。 It's been one or the
other for an hour now。〃
〃I spit upon your flag；〃 shrilled Giuseppe Jones； feebly
declamatory。 〃'I spitI spitbut； as I spit； I weep。'〃 He
paused for a moment； and then began at the beginning and repeated
all of the lines which Cleggett had read from the little book。
One gathered that it was Giuseppe's favorite poem。
〃'I spit upon the whole damned thing！'〃 he shrilled； and then
with a sad shake of his head： 〃But； as I spit； I weep！〃
If the poem was Giuseppe's favorite poem； this was evidently his
favorite line； for he said it over and over again〃'But； as I
spit； I weep'〃in a breathless babble that was very wearing on
the nerves。
But suddenly he interrupted himself； the poems seemed to pass
from his mind。 〃Loge！〃 he said； raising himself on his elbow and
staring； with a frown not at； but through； Cleggett： 〃Loganit
isn't square！〃
There was suffering and perplexity in his gaze； he was evidently
living over again some painful scene。
〃I'm a revolutionist； Loge； not a crook！ I won't do it； Loge！〃
Watching him； it was impossible not to understand that the
struggle； which his delirium made real and present again； had
stamped itself into the texture of his spirit。 〃You shouldn't
ask it； Loge；〃 he said。 The crisis of the conflict which he was
living over passed presently； and he murmured； with contracted
brows； and as if talking to himself： 〃Is Loge a crook？ A crook？〃
But after a moment of this he returned again to a rapid
repetition of the phrase： 〃I'm a revolutionist； not a crook…not
a crooknot a crooka revolutionist； not a crook； Loge； not a
crook〃 Once he varied it； crying with a quick； hot scorn：
〃I'll cut their throats and be damned to them； but don't ask me
to steal。〃 And then he was off again to declaiming his poetry：
〃I spit； but； as I spit； I weep！〃
But as Cleggett and the Doctor listened to him the youth's
ravings suddenly took a new form。 He ceased to babble； terror
expanded the pupils of his eyes and he pointed at vacancy with a
shaking finger。 〃Stop it！〃 he cried in a croaking whisper。 〃Stop
it！ It's his skullit's Loge's skull come alive。 Stop it； I
say； it's come alive and getting bigger。〃 With a violent effort
he raised himself before the nurse could prevent him； shrinking
back from the horrid hallucination which pressed towards him； and
then fell prone and senseless on the bunk。
〃God！his wounds！〃 cried the Doctor； starting forward。 As
Farnsworth had feared； they had broke