“Of course I don't,” replied Sarah; “although there are some of them
that would not have come in if I had had my say about it; but as Mrs.
Raleigh is one of the owners, and such a good friend to you and me,
Sammy, it is our duty to let her know what dreadful bad luck we are
carryin' with us.”
“Don't you suppose she knows how many people are aboard?” said Sammy.
“Of course she knows; but she don't consider what it means, or we
wouldn't all have been here. It is her right to know, Sammy. Perhaps she
might order us to go back to Cape Tariff and put somebody ashore.”
In his heart Samuel Block believed that if this course were adopted
he was pretty sure who would be put on shore, if a vote were taken by
officers and crew; but he was too wise to say anything upon this point,
and contented himself with positively refusing to send southward any
news of the evil omen.
The next day Mrs. Block felt that she must speak upon the subject or
perish, and she asked Mr. Gibbs what he thought of there being thirteen
people on board.
“Madam,” said he, “these signs lose all their powers above the
seventieth parallel of latitude. In fact, none of them have ever been
known to come true above sixty-eight degrees and forty minutes, and we
are a good deal higher than that, you know.”
Sarah made no answer, but she told her husband afterwards that she
thought that Mr. Gibbs had his mind so full of electricity that it had
no room for old-fashioned common-sense. It did not do to sneer at signs
and portents. Among the earliest things she remembered was a story which
had been told her of her grandmother's brother, who was the thirteenth
passenger in an omnibus when he was a young man, and who died that very
night, having slipped off the back step, where he was obliged to stand,
and fractured his skull.
At last there came a day when a message in cipher from Roland Clewe
delivered itself on board the Dipsey, and from that moment a hitherto
unknown sense of security seemed to pervade the minds of officers and
crew. To be sure, there was no good reason for this, for if disaster
should overtake them, or even threaten them, there was no submarine boat
ready to send to their rescue; and if there had been, it would be long,
long before such aid could reach them; but still, they were comforted,
encouraged, and cheered. Now, if anything happened, they could send
news of it to the man in whom they all trusted, and through him to their
homes, and whatever their far-away friends had to say to them could be
said without reserve.
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