American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
"Yes, sir," I answered; then, stepping into the weather alley, I
sent my voice forward, "Weather main- and cro'-jack clew-garnets and
buntlines," I shouted, "and come aft here, some o' you, and take in
this spanker!"
"What are you taking in the spanker for?" asked the mate as I resumed
my position beside Tom, ready to aid him if necessary.
"Do you want charge of the deck again, sir?" I answered. "It's one
man's job."
"Leave the spanker on her. Haul up your clews, if you like," he said.
Then he began a short pacing back and forth before the wheel, evidently
working himself into a rage that was based on the girl's rebuff. He
continued this pacing until the men, under the boatswain of the watch,
had hauled up the weather clews, which allowed the wind to impinge
upon the foresail. Then, seeing that Tom made easier work of the
steering--even though, because of the spanker, he steered with the
wheel nearly hard up--Mr. Butterell was ready for an explosion.
"You look out, young fellow!" he said, halting me as I moved toward the
weather alley. "I'll take the conceit out o' you yet!"
I looked him squarely in the eyes. I do not know that Mabel's rebuke
had heartened me. I only remembered that I had lost her regard, that I
had lost my skipper's good will, and that the last five years of work
and effort, as far as advancement was concerned, had been wasted.
"Take care, sir," I said, quietly, "and do not forget the conditions
under which I have allowed you to live this long!"
Then, in a cold rage, I turned my back on him and took my place at the
forward end of the alley, where I could stand my watch in touch with
both ends of the ship. He did not follow, and soon I heard him talking
amicably with Mabel.
I did not look aft, as I could gauge Tom's steering by the swing of the
fore yard against the few stars showing in the strong moonlight, and I
noticed that the men forward were seeking sheltered and shady spots to
doze away the watch--as is always permitted in easy ships--and that the
lookout on the forecastle deck was pacing back and forth, wide awake.
All was well with the ship, and with me, except for the irritating
conversation on the quarter.
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