 right after all.« With that he struck
his palm upon his brow. »But what takes him back?« he cried. »What takes the man
back among dead bodies? There is some damned mystery here.«
    This was a word which highly aroused our curiosity, but I shall be more
perspicacious if I narrate these incidents in their true order. Here follows a
narrative which I have compiled out of three sources, not very consistent in all
points:
    First, a written statement by Mountain, in which everything criminal is
cleverly smuggled out of view;
    Second, two conversations with Secundra Dass; and
    Third, many conversations with Mountain himself, in which he was pleased to
be entirely plain; for the truth is he regarded me as an accomplice.
 

                       Narrative of the Trader, Mountain.

The crew that went up the river under the joint command of Captain Harris and
the Master numbered in all nine persons, of whom (if I except Secundra Dass)
there was not one that had not merited the gallows. From Harris downward the
voyagers were notorious in that colony for desperate, bloody-minded miscreants;
some were reputed pirates, the most hawkers of rum; all ranters and drinkers;
all fit associates, embarking together without remorse, upon this treacherous
and murderous design. I could not hear there was much discipline or any set
captain in the gang; but Harris and four others, Mountain himself, two Scotsmen
- Pinkerton and Hastie - and a man of the name of Hicks, a drunken shoemaker,
put their heads together and agreed upon the course. In a material sense, they
were well provided; and the Master in particular brought with him a tent where
he might enjoy some privacy and shelter.
    Even this small indulgence told against him in the minds of his companions.
But indeed he was in a position so entirely false (and even ridiculous) that all
his habit of command and arts of pleasing were here thrown away. In the eyes of
all, except Secundra Dass, he figured as a common gull and designated victim;
going unconsciously to death; yet he could not but suppose himself the contriver
and the leader of the expedition; he could scarce help but so conduct himself;
and at the least hint of authority or condescension, his deceivers would be
laughing in their sleeves. I was so used to see and to conceive him in a high,
authoritative attitude, that when I had conceived his position on this journey,
I was pained and could have blushed. How soon he may have entertained a first
surmise, we cannot know; but it was long, and
