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"She was lighter than us, and of course she had the advantage of what wind there has been, though, thank goodness, that has been little enough!" "Away to the nor'-east, I suppose?" "Aye, aye, sir," said Mr Fosset. "The breeze, what there was, has been from the sou'-east and the current trends in the same direction." "Then if we steer east-nor'-east we ought to pick her up soon?"
It was done very speedily that wealth of hair was so easy to dress; there was no artful manipulation of long hair-pins and black ribbon needed to unite borrowed tresses with real ones. The dress was put on, and Clarissa was invited to look at herself in the cheval-glass. "I do wish you had a bit more colour in your cheeks to-day, miss," Fosset said, with rather a vexed air.
"How's your arm, Mr Stokes?" asked Mr Fosset as the atmosphere cleared a little and the engine-room lights glimmered through the misty darkness that now enveloped the place. "I hope it hasn't been hurt by your tumble?" "Oh, damn my arm!" cried the other impatiently, evidently more anxious about the machinery than his arm. "Have you shut off the steam?" "Yes, sir," replied his subordinate calmly.
I could not make it out at all. It was most mysterious. "Look, look, Mr Fosset!" I cried excitedly. "There she is now! There she is, coming up on our lee quarter! Why, you must be all blind! I can not only see the ship distinctly, but also right down on to her deck!"
"Faith, I understand all right and will follow your advice in a brace of shakes," replied the second mate, as he rushed off towards the saloon. "You'd better go on ahead, Fosset, and say I'm coming!"
Mr Fosset laughed; a jolly, catching laugh it was that of a man who had just dined comfortably and enjoyed his dinner, and did not have, apparently, a care in the world. "Why, what's the matter with you, youngster?" said he in his chaffing way. "Been having a caulk on the sly and dreaming of home, I bet?" "No, sir," I answered gravely; "I've not been to sleep." "But you look quite dazed, my boy."
This, of course, at once changed the current of my thoughts; and so, without troubling my head any further about "Conky," I sang out as eagerly as before to the first mate, all the more anxious now to prove that I had been right in the first instance, "There she is, Mr Fosset, there she is!"
"Bravo, my hearty!" cried Mr Fosset, lending Stoddart a hand to lash himself to the cylinder, while Grummet held a screw-wrench and other tools up to him. "You ought to be a sailor, you're so smart!" "I prefer my own billet," retorted the other with an air of conscious power. "I am an engineer!" Mr Fosset laughed. "All right!" said he good-humouredly. "Every one to his trade!"
While this was happening we could hear the distant sound of the engine-room bell, and then there came a hail from Mr Fosset. "Mr Stokes is sending up every one from below, sir," yelled out the first mate.
I made no reply to this observation, and Mr Fosset then dropped his bantering manner. "Tell me," said he kindly, "is there anything wrong with you below? Has that cross-grained little shrimp, Spokeshave, hang him! been bullying you again, like he did the other day?"
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