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"The old barquey, though, has come through it better than any one would have supposed, with all that deadweight amidships, considering that she broached-to awhile ago and got caught in the trough of the sea the very moment the machinery below gave out. By George, Fosset, we had a narrow squeak then, I can tell you!"
This was only for a moment, for the next minute Mr Fosset gave the signal to "hoist away," the falls having been hooked on beneath the thwarts in a jiffey, and up we all went in mid air, "between the devil and the deep sea," as we say afloat sometimes! "Bravo!" cried the skipper when we reached the level of the gangway and were all able to step out on to the deck.
"Belay, there!" sang out the skipper, as I started off towards the companion-way. "You may as well bring mine, too, while you're about it. Two heads are better than one, eh, Fosset?" "Yes, sir, perhaps so," rejoined the other, before I got out of earshot.
To prevent this, a cork should be put into every one of them as soon as the cock or fosset is taken out; the vent and the bung-hole must also be well closed. The best way to season new casks is to boil two pecks of bran or malt dust in a copper of water, and pour it in hot; then stop it up close, and let it stand two days. When the cask is washed and dried, it will be fit for use.
"Why, the stars aren't out yet." "That may be, Master Impudence," replied Mr Fosset, all genial again and laughing too; "but they'll soon be popping out overhead." "But, sir, it is quite light still," I persisted. "See, it is as bright as day all round, just as at noontide!" "Aye, but it'll be precious dark soon!
"I feel half inclined to believe now in the old superstition about it being an unlucky day, though I always used to laugh at the notion!" "There are plenty aboard who believe queerer things than that!" said Mr Fosset drily, with a meaning glance in my direction, eyeing my cocoa as if he rather fancied a cup himself. "I say, Haldane, that cocoa smells good!"
"Yes, when you were lolling about in the waist below there, just now," put in my friend, Master Spokeshave, who had been pretending to look-out from his end of the bridge because he thought he ought to do so as Mr Fosset was there, although he really couldn't possibly see anything aft from that position on the port side, on account of the wheel-house and funnel, which were of course abaft the bridge, blocking the view.
God bless you, Lady Geraldine, for wanting to help my darling!" "Norris, tell Fosset to bring me my bonnet and shawl, and fetch a cab immediately; I can't wait for the carriage." Five minutes afterwards, the three women were seated in the cab, and on their way to Soho. "You have sent for Mr. Granger, of course," said Lady Laura. "No, not yet.
This didn't satisfy the skipper, so he turned to the first mate, who had remained moodily aloof with Spokeshave at the end of the bridge. "Mr Fosset," he sang out abruptly, "what are the engines doing?" "About thirty revolutions, sir; half speed, as nearly as possible." "How much are we going altogether?" "Ten knots, with our sails," replied the other. "The wind is freshening, too."
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