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I didn't think you would be asleep, and so . . . What did you say, sir? What?" "Nothing," cried Captain MacWhirr. "I said all right." "By all the powers! We've got it this time," observed Jukes in a howl. "You haven't altered her course?" inquired Captain MacWhirr, straining his voice. "No, sir. Certainly not. Wind came out right ahead. And here comes the head sea."
He isn't aboard here, is he? Very well. Here he says that the centre of them things bears eight points off the wind; but we haven't got any wind, for all the barometer falling. Where's his centre now?" "We will get the wind presently," mumbled Jukes. "Let it come, then," said Captain MacWhirr, with dignified indignation. "It's only to let you see, Mr.
The hurricane boomed, shaking the little place, which seemed air-tight; and the light of the binnacle flickered all the time. "You haven't been relieved," Captain MacWhirr went on, looking down. "I want you to stick to the helm, though, as long as you can. You've got the hang of her. Another man coming here might make a mess of it. Wouldn't do. No child's play.
He will be coming to tell me next," jeered the old cook, over his shoulder. Mrs. MacWhirr glanced farther, on the alert. ". . . Do what's fair. . . Miserable objects . . . . Only three, with a broken leg each, and one . . . Thought had better keep the matter quiet . . . hope to have done the fair thing. . . ." She let fall her hands. No: there was nothing more about coming home.
"Velly good," he murmured, in a disconsolate undertone, and hastened smoothly along the decks, dodging obstacles in his course. He disappeared, ducking low under a sling of ten dirty gunny-bags full of some costly merchandise and exhaling a repulsive smell. Captain MacWhirr meantime had gone on the bridge, and into the chart-room, where a letter, commenced two days before, awaited termination.
"If a fellow was to believe all that's in there, he would be running most of his time all over the sea trying to get behind the weather." Again he slapped his leg with the book; and Jukes opened his mouth, but said nothing. "Running to get behind the weather! Do you understand that, Mr. Jukes? It's the maddest thing!" ejaculated Captain MacWhirr, with pauses, gazing at the floor profoundly.
When Captain MacWhirr came out on deck, which he did brusquely, as though he had suddenly become conscious of having stayed away too long, the calm had lasted already more than fifteen minutes long enough to make itself intolerable even to his imagination. Jukes, motionless on the forepart of the bridge, began to speak at once.
I never knew a ship roll like this." He held on in the doorway, and Captain MacWhirr, feeling his grip on the shelf inadequate, made up his mind to let go in a hurry, and fell heavily on the couch. "Head to the eastward?" he said, struggling to sit up. "That's more than four points off her course." "Yes, sir. Fifty degrees. . . . Would just bring her head far enough round to meet this. . . ."
The old man is just gone in to lie down. Hang me if I don't speak to him." But when he opened the door of the chart-room he saw his captain reading a book. Captain MacWhirr was not lying down: he was standing up with one hand grasping the edge of the bookshelf and the other holding open before his face a thick volume.
"Well, it looks queer to me," burst out Jukes, greatly exasperated, and flung off the bridge. Captain MacWhirr was amazed at these manners. After a while he stepped quietly into the chart-room, and opened his International Signal Code-book at the plate where the flags of all the nations are correctly figured in gaudy rows.
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