"You English brute!" he said.
"You English brute!" he had said; and the words had impelled me to invite him aft; for I cannot deny a certain admiration for him that had mysteriously grown up in me. It can only have been the admiration we all have for courage; for, certainly I cannot have suggested that he had any other form of attractiveness.
"Come here!" I said, "for your life is safe for the time being. I would like to discuss this paper with you."
He came and we read it together, fluttering as I had seen it flutter in his fingers as he read it for'ard to the engineer and to the deck-hand. George, meanwhile, was lying oblivious to the rhetoric with which it was plentifully garnished, not to speak of the Latin quotations, taking that cure of bleeding, which was the fashionable cure of a not-unintelligent century. It began:—
"Think How Many We Are!—Think What We Could Do! It isn't either that we haven't intelligence—if only we were to use it. We don't lack leaders—we don't lack courage—we don't lack martyrs; All are ready—"
I stopped reading.
"Why don't you start then?" I asked.
"We have a considerable organisation," he answered.
"You have?" I said. "Why don't you use it then?"
"We're waiting for Jamaica," he answered; "she's almost ready."