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The staterooms robbed of all weapons were left open, and, as each room contained a deadlight, or circular window, he had a view of the sea on each beam, but nothing ahead or astern; nor could he hear voices on deck unless pitched in a high key, for the men, their training strong upon them, remained forward. There was nothing on either horizon at present.
"An' the road to Limerick," said another. "An' whin do we git paid aff?" "I'll have ye in jail, ye hyeenas," said Murphy. "That's yer pay, and that's the road to Galway and Limerick. Wait till the coast guard comes along. They'll git ye." He drew back to avoid a brick that threatened to enter the deadlight, and the conversation ended.
The sudden stopping of the turbines woke him in the morning, and the sun shining into his deadlight apprised him that he had slept late. He looked out and ahead, and saw a large, white steam yacht resting quietly on the rolling ground swell, apparently waiting for the destroyer to creep up to her. "Another holdup," he said; "and for grub and water this time, I suppose."
A burst of invective and malediction answered him, and then there were the sounds of conflict, even the crashing of fists as well as the thuds on the deck, coming to Denman through the deadlight. "Forrard wi' you all," continued Sampson between the sounds of impact; and soon the shuffling of feet indicated a retreat.
"Mighty hard to open," said Doc, down on his knees, struggling with the straps. It was hot in the room, and rather dark, as the deadlight to the poop-deck was fogged by sea water. "You're new to the schooner, aren't you?" asked Trask. "Yassir. I jus' shipped fo' the roun' trip." "How long have you known Mr. Peth?" Trask kept his voice low, and bent down to Doc. "Yassir. I know Mr. Peth.
His plan had not progressed. He had only found a way to see things from the deck instead of through a deadlight; and he went to sleep with the troubled thought that, even though he should master them all, as he had once nearly succeeded in doing, he would need to release them in order that they should "work ship." To put them on parole was out of the question.
The other three kept their eyes glued to the deadlight; and their mystification was only equaled by their uneasiness as that motionless, bleary glaze failed absolutely to show anything they had not seen a thousand miles higher. Not a single detail! "It reminds me," said the girl in a low voice, "of something I once saw from the top of a hill.
When within fifty yards of the surface, all four men made a search for cross-wires below. They saw none; there were no poles, even. Neither, to their astonishment, was there such a thing as a sidewalk. The street stretched, unbroken by curbing, from wall to wall and from corner to corner. As the cube settled slowly to the ground, the adventurers left the deadlight to use the windows.
"Wasn't it the wind snatched it away?" asked Jack Darrow, before the professor was ready to answer. "Don't seem to be no wind blowing just at present," said Captain Sproul. "Wait!" commanded the professor. "Order every companionway and hatch closed. Do not allow a man to go on deck, nor to open a deadlight. We must exist upon the air that remains in the vessel for the present."
Standing by the port deadlight, I spotted magnificent coral substructures, zoophytes, algae, and crustaceans with enormous quivering claws that stretched forth from crevices in the rock. At 10:15 Captain Nemo himself took the helm. Dark and deep, a wide gallery opened ahead of us. The Nautilus was brazenly swallowed up. Strange rumblings were audible along our sides.
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