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Wilbur ran up, peered over the little space between the wheel and the wheel-box, and looked straight into a pair of eyes eyes that were alive. Kitchell came up. "One left, anyhow," he muttered, looking over Wilbur's shoulder; "sailor man, though; can't interfere with our salvage. The bark's derelict, right enough. Shake him out of there, son; can't you see the lad's dotty with the gas?"
"He'd only get jeered at again," I said, rather hopelessly. "No," said Tammy. "Not after what's happened tonight." "Perhaps not," I replied, doubtfully. And just then the Second Mate came back on to the poop, and Tammy cleared away from the wheel-box, leaving me with a worrying feeling that I ought to do something. The Coming of the Mist and That Which It Ushered We buried Williams at midday.
"What is it?" I asked in an undertone, after a couple of moments' further ineffectual peering. "I can't see anything." "H'sh!" he muttered, hoarsely, without looking in my direction. Then, all at once, with a quick little gasp, he sprang across the wheel-box, and stood beside me, trembling. His gaze appeared to follow the movements of something I could not see. I must say that I was startled.
Then he leant across the wheel-box, and lowered his voice. "It came over the lee rail up out of the sea," he added, with an air of telling something unbelievable. I turned more towards him; but it was too dark to see his face with any distinctness. I felt suddenly husky. "My God!" I thought. And then I made a silly effort to protest; but he cut me short with a certain impatient hopelessness.
Captain Dettmar, white-faced, smiling only when his employer chanced to glance at him, leaned against the wheel-box, looking on. Twice, he left the group and went below, remaining there but a minute each time. Later, in the main cabin, when Lorenzo, Lee Goom and Toyama received their presents, he disappeared into his stateroom twice again.
I tell you a fact; I was almost deafened by the report that didn't come. "She followed me aft. I couldn't get away from her. I went and sat on the wheel-box and she came and sat on the edge of the house, facing me. And there we stayed for upwards of an hour, without moving.
Once he came right aft, and, stooping down, peered under the wheel-box; but never addressed a word to me. Sometime later, he went down the weather ladder on to the main-deck. Directly afterwards, Tammy came running up to the lee side of the wheel-box. "I've seen it again!" he said, gasping with sheer nervousness. "What?" I said. "That thing," he answered.
"Go to Ohio an' hire a mule," said Uncle Salters. "We don't want no farmers here." "Will I lend YOU my dory-anchor?" cried Long Jack. "Unship your rudder an' stick it in the mud," bawled Tom Platt. "Say!" Dan's voice rose shrill and high, as he stood on the wheel-box. "Sa-ay! Is there a strike in the o-ver-all factory; or hev they hired girls, ye Shackamaxons?"
I was on deck again just at twelve; the sun came out of the clouds, and the mate took an observation. "That is worth five pounds," said he; "now I know just where we are." Then the captain went up on the wheel-box, and we heard the welcome sound, "Tory Island." We were then greatly rejoiced; this was the twelfth day of our voyage.
Duncan who stood aft of her and took most of the cheers, and it was Clancy and Long Steve who waved their hands from the wheel-box, and it was the skipper who leaned against the weather rigging, and the rest of us who lined the weather rail and answered the foolish questions of people along the road.
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