Typhoon by Joseph Conrad
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page 94 of 111 (84%)
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away on all sides into the darkness, deepening again upon the sea.
"I had the wheel relieved. Hackett began to sing out that he was done. He's lying in there alongside the steering-gear with a face like death. At first I couldn't get anybody to crawl out and relieve the poor devil. That boss'n's worse than no good, I always said. Thought I would have had to go myself and haul out one of them by the neck." "Ah, well," muttered the Captain. He stood watchful by Jukes' side. "The second mate's in there, too, holding his head. Is he hurt, sir?" "No--crazy," said Captain MacWhirr, curtly. "Looks as if he had a tumble, though." "I had to give him a push," explained the Captain. Jukes gave an impatient sigh. "It will come very sudden," said Captain MacWhirr, "and from over there, I fancy. God only knows though. These books are only good to muddle your head and make you jumpy. It will be bad, and there's an end. If we only can steam her round in time to meet it. . . ." A minute passed. Some of the stars winked rapidly and vanished. "You left them pretty safe?" began the Captain abruptly, as though the silence were unbearable. |
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