Who'd want to work in a store after that? I stopped at Duncan's wharf and looked at Wesley Marrs's vessel, the Lucy Foster, and then the Colleen Bawn. And O'Donnell drove the Colleen like a ghost through all that gale, And around 'twas roaring mountains and above 'twas blinding hail, and so on. And the Nannie O, another vessel that fishermen sang songs about.
Hollis must have had that in mind, for he followed Wesley Marrs's every move. Wesley was sailing her wide. And our skipper approved of that, too. To attempt a too close course in the sea that was out in the Bay that day, with the blasts of wind that were sweeping down, would have deadened her way altogether too much maybe hung her up.
By this time everybody knew that Hollis had put his ballast back during the night. One of Wesley Marrs's men jumped onto the Withrow and below and had a look for himself.
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