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Barometer still falling." He paused, and thought to himself, "Perhaps nothing whatever'll come of it." And then he closed resolutely his entries: "Every appearance of a typhoon coming on." On going out he had to stand aside, and Captain MacWhirr strode over the doorstep without saying a word or making a sign. "Shut the door, Mr. Jukes, will you?" he cried from within.
As to the hands, they were all right. Then, appeased, he subsided on the deck in a sitting posture, hugging with his arms and legs the stand of the engine-room telegraph an iron casting as thick as a post. When that went, why, he expected he would go, too. He gave no more thought to the coolies. Captain MacWhirr had made Jukes understand that he wanted him to go down below to see.
A plunge of the ship ended in a shock as if she had landed her forefoot upon something solid. After a moment of stillness a lofty flight of sprays drove hard with the wind upon their faces. "Keep her at it as long as we can," shouted Captain MacWhirr. Before Jukes had squeezed the salt water out of his eyes all the stars had disappeared.
The smoke struggled with difficulty out of the funnel, and instead of streaming away spread itself out like an infernal sort of cloud, smelling of sulphur and raining soot all over the decks. "What the devil are you doing there, Mr. Jukes?" asked Captain MacWhirr. This unusual form of address, though mumbled rather than spoken, caused the body of Mr.
Captain MacWhirr removed his arm from Jukes' shoulders, and thereby ceased to exist for his mate, so dark it was; Jukes, after a tense stiffening of every muscle, would let himself go limp all over. The gnawing of profound discomfort existed side by side with an incredible disposition to somnolence, as though he had been buffeted and worried into drowsiness.
Captain MacWhirr, of the steamer Nan-Shan, had a physiognomy that, in the order of material appearances, was the exact counterpart of his mind: it presented no marked characteristics of firmness or stupidity; it had no pronounced characteristics whatever; it was simply ordinary, irresponsive, and unruffled.
"All you have to do is to take care they don't hoist the elephant upside-down before they get quite used to it." Jukes flung the new lead-line over on the fore-deck with a loud "Here you are, bo'ss'en don't forget to wet it thoroughly," and turned with immense resolution towards his commander; but Captain MacWhirr spread his elbows on the bridge-rail comfortably.
Behind them the high glass doors were kept on the swing. People couldn't pass, men stood aside waiting patiently, and Lydia was absorbed in poking the end of her parasol between the stone flags. Mrs. MacWhirr talked rapidly. "Thank you very much. He's not coming home yet. Of course it's very sad to have him away, but it's such a comfort to know he keeps so well." Mrs. MacWhirr drew breath.
Observing the steady fall of the barometer, Captain MacWhirr thought, "There's some dirty weather knocking about." This is precisely what he thought. He had had an experience of moderately dirty weather the term dirty as applied to the weather implying only moderate discomfort to the seaman.
They've put a lot of rubbishy locks into this ship, I must say." Captain MacWhirr closed his eyes. He did so to rest himself. He was tired, and he experienced that state of mental vacuity which comes at the end of an exhaustive discussion that has liberated some belief matured in the course of meditative years.
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