"'Before you go any further,'--the captain cut him short--' I may
just tell you that your sail was setting perfectly, and that I saw
the whole business through my glass. . . . Hasn't Doctor Foe told you
that I require him, while this weather holds, to be on board this
boat regularly at ten minutes to noon, to take observations?'
"'Observations?' grumbled the second mate. 'I thought observations
to be a seaman's job. I reckoned that what doctors and suchlike took
was temperatures, and five minutes up or down wouldn't put anyone
out.'
"'I'm sorry,' answered Macnaughten, very quiet, after a moment's
thought,--'I am very sorry to tell you before your crew and
passengers what, with a ship under me, I should have called you aft
and below to hear in private. But if you ever use that tone with me
again, Mr. Grimalson, I shall take _your_ temperature with my
revolver. And if you dare to disobey my smallest order, as you
deliberately did just now, I shall transfer you to this boat and clap
you in irons. For it seems to me I have to explain to you what the
others,--crew and passengers alike--know by the light of common
sense: that until God's mercy delivers us my least word is the Ten
Commandments rolled into one, we being where a hand's turn is either
a hair's-breadth or broad as the Pacific. . . . Now cast off, and set
your behaviour by No. 1 boat, where Mr. Ingpen has come up to wind
and is waiting for us. . . . A cable's length on the port, and level
with us--that's the order, and you'll watch it until I give the next.
You have lost us twenty minutes. Happen _that_ might turn out the
hair's breadth I was speaking of--the difference between life and
death--and the whole Pacific ain't wider.'
"We were down in latitudes where the current sets southeasterly, and
this was helping us all the time. But on the sixth and seventh days,
although the wind held fair and light and steady, a considerable
swell had been following us, warning of trouble somewhere to
northward; and on the eighth night it overtook us.
"It was--not to speak irreverently--in itself ten times more trouble
than ten thousand Grimalsons could have raised; a tearing gale of
wind which, all of a sudden, converted the oily summits of the swell
into bursting white waves. I don't suppose the height from trough to
summit actually increased as it did to view, but in twenty minutes,
and with night shutting down the lid on us, each successive wave
astern seemed to grow taller by feet. The rain appeared to have no
effect in flattening their caps, though it came down with a weight
that knocked half the breath out of our bodies, and with a roar above
which it was hard to hear an order shouted. We could spy the other
boats' lanterns but at long intervals, partly because of this
down-pouring curtain and partly, I suppose, because when we topped up
over a crest they would nine times out of ten be hidden in a trough,
dipping or rising.
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