Part 13 (1/2)
”We are in twenty-five fathoms here.”
”We ought to get into fifty-five fathoms to the west, and avoid even twenty fathoms to the east.”
”We'll sound as we get on.”
”The Channel is not an ordinary sea. The water rises fifty feet with the spring tides, and twenty-five with neap tides. Here we are in slack water. I thought you looked scared.”
”We'll sound to-night.”
”To sound you must heave to, and that you cannot do.”
”Why not?”
”On account of the wind.”
”We'll try.”
”The squall is close on us.”
”We'll sound, Master Doctor.”
”You could not even bring to.”
”Trust in G.o.d.”
”Take care what you say. p.r.o.nounce not lightly the awful name.”
”I will sound, I tell you.”
”Be sensible; you will have a gale of wind presently.”
”I say that I will try for soundings.”
”The resistance of the water will prevent the lead from sinking, and the line will break. Ah! so this is your first time in these waters?”
”The first time.”
”Very well; in that case listen, skipper.”
The tone of the word ”listen” was so commanding that the skipper made an obeisance.
”Master Doctor, I am all attention.”
”Port your helm, and haul up on the starboard tack.”
”What do you mean?”
”Steer your course to the west.”
”Caramba!”