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Presently the mate told us of the trouble Nodder had cost him; how at one moment the sulky villain bade him fetch paper and pen, for that he meant to confess; how, as Bates sprang to the hatch, the fellow rasped out that he had changed his mind -- bruised if he was going to confess. Butler had never offered him an extra glass of grog all the time they were together; it was for Rotch to own up, not him. First let him hear what Rotch had to say. This went on till Bates, losing his temper, told him he had as good as confessed already; if he refused to dictate the confession civilly asked of him, he (that is, Bates) would quit the forecastle, clap the hatch on, leave him to crawl about in the dark, stop his supply of rum, and in every way abandon him to a dreadful and miserable fate. ‘You've no friend on board but myself,' Bates told him. ‘But for me you'd get nothing to eat or drink. If Rotch confesses first, he'll put in a claim as Queen's evidence, the whole burden of this enormous crime will be laid upon your shoulders, and whilst I'll take my oath that the punishment for it is nothing less than the hulks and transportation for life, I'll not swear, as I'm no lawyer, that it isn't a hanging offence. Then I bade him think of Rotch's promise of fifty pounds, and of the horrible mess that villain had got him into, and by degrees so worked upon him as to bring up his meanderings at last with a round turn. "Jaw me no more! " growled the beggar. "Go and fetch the smotherin' writing-gear! " And there it is,' said the mate, with a smile, pointing to the table.
In this while the sun was beyond north-west and reddening rapidly, and now whilst we listened to Mr. Bates the wind breezed up in a shrill puff that heeled the vessel and despatched Tom and the mate with a little run on deck. I took Nodder's confession and stowed it carefully away along with Collins's deposition. My heart was full of fire and rejoicing; I raged at the thought of Tom having been ruined by two such detestable, contemptible villains as Rotch and Nodder, and I exulted in knowing that it was now in our power to bring both men to justice whether Rotch confessed or not.