twenty-eight-sixty

Updated: July 9, 2026

"Twenty-eight-sixty," he said quietly when he returned. In his arm was a coil of small rope. He cut it into two-fathom lengths, giving one to Raoul and, retaining one for himself, distributed the remainder among the women with the advice to pick out a tree and climb. A light air began to blow out of the northeast, and the fan of it on his cheek seemed to cheer Raoul up.

Jack London - South Sea Tales