WHAT my feelings were I cannot describe; but it was hardly in terror so much as with a kind of resignation that I made my way to Curtis on the forecastle, and made him aware that the alarming character of our situation was now complete, as there was enough explosive matter on board to blow up a mountain. Curtis received the information as coolly as it was delivered, and after I had made him acquainted with all the particulars said, "Not a word of this must be mentioned to anyone else, Mr. Kazallon. Where is Ruby¹, now?"  
"On the poop," I said.
 
"Will you then come with me, sir?"
 
Ruby and Falsten were sitting just as I had left them. Curtis walked straight up to Ruby, and asked him whether what he had been told was true.
 
"Yes, quite true," said Ruby, complacently², thinking that the worst that could befall him would be that he might be convicted of a little smuggling³.
 
I observed that Curtis was obliged for a moment or two to clasp his hands tightly together behind his back to prevent himself from seizing the unfortunate passenger by the throat; but suppressing his indignation, he proceeded quietly, though sternly, to interrogate⁴ him about the facts of the case. Ruby only confirmed what I had already told him. With characteristic Anglo-Saxon incautiousness he had brought on board, with the rest of his baggage, a case containing no less than thirty pounds of picrate, and had allowed the explosive matter to be stowed in the hold with as little compunction as a Frenchman would feel in smuggling a single bottle of wine. He had not informed the captain of the dangerous nature of the contents of the package, because he was perfectly⁵ aware that he would have been refused permission to bring the package on board.
 
"Anyway," he said, with a shrug⁶ of his shoulders, "you can't hang me for it; and if the package gives you so much concern, you are quite at liberty to throw it into the sea. My luggage is insured."
 
I was beside myself with fury; and not being endowed with Curtis's reticence⁷ and self-control, before he could interfere⁸ to stop me, I cried out:
 
"You fool! don't you know that there is fire on board?"
 
In an instant I regretted my words. Most earnestly I wished them unuttered. But it was too late—their effect upon Ruby was electrical. He was paralyzed with terror; his limbs stiffened⁹ convulsively; his eye was dilated¹⁰; he gasped¹¹ for breath, and was speechless. All of a sudden he threw up his arms, and, as though he momentarily expected an explosion, he darted¹² down from the poop, and paced frantically¹³ up and down the deck, gesticulating like a madman, and shouting:
 
"Fire on board! Fire! Fire!"
 
On hearing the outcry, all the crew, supposing that the fire had now in reality broken out, rushed on deck; the rest of the passengers soon joined............