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It's stinking hot don't you notice it?" He brushed his forehead with his hands. "It's sickening. I could lose my breakfast without trying." Jackie-Jackie grinned. "Just the same me. Everything inside walk about. Always this way before big blow. But Uncle Toby all right. He go through anything." "Better rig that storm-trysail on the main, and a storm-jib," Grief said to the mate.
He described the location of the barracks, and told the Tongan to swim softly around and have talk with the Kanakas. In two hours Jackie-Jackie was back. He shook his head as he stood dripping before Grief. "Very funny t'ing," he reported. "One white man stop all the time. He has big rifle. He lay in water and watch. Maybe twelve o'clock, other white man come and take rifle.
It was merely a stiff breeze, and the Uncle Toby, filling away under her storm canvas till the wind was abeam, sloshed along at a four-knot gait. "No weight to that," Snow sneered. "And after such grand preparation!" "Pickaninny wind," Jackie-Jackie agreed. "He grow big man pretty quick, you see."
The trouble is that Bau-Oti can't give latitude or longitude. Says they sailed a long way from the Gilberts that's all he knows. I wonder what became of him." "I saw him a year ago on the beach at Tahiti. Said he was thinking about shipping for a cruise through the Paumotus. Well, here we are, getting close in. Heave the lead, Jackie-Jackie. Stand by to let go, Mr. Snow.
"Big weather he come, I think," he said. "I see him just the same before maybe five, six times." Grief nodded. "Hurricane weather, all right, Jackie-Jackie. Pretty soon barometer go down bottom fall out." "Sure," the Tongan concurred. "He goin' to blow like hell." Ten minutes later Snow came on deck. "She's started," he said; "29.85, going down and pumping at the same time.
It chanced that Grief had never before encountered Swithin Hall, yet the latter's fame as an expert at billiards was the talk of the beaches from Levuka to Honolulu. But the man Grief played with this night proved most indifferent at the game. His wife showed herself far cleverer with the cue. When he went on board the Uncle Toby Grief routed Jackie-Jackie out of bed.
By this time it was patent to the veriest tyro that the elements were preparing to break loose. Grief, coming on deck from consulting the barometer, which steadfastly remained at 29.90, encountered Jackie-Jackie, whose face was as brooding and troublous as the sky and air. Jackie-Jackie, a Tongan sailor of experience, served as a sort of bosun and semi-second mate over the mixed Kanaka crew.
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