Christobal entered.
"Boyle will recover," he said, when he had wiped the spray off his face.
"He had a narrow escape; the knife just grazed the spinal cord. The
shock to the dorsal nerves induced temporary paralysis, and that rather
misled me. He is much better now. Under ordinary conditions he would be
able to get about in a few days. As it is, he will probably live as long
as any of us."
Christobal waved a hand towards the external void. He was not sailor
enough to realize the change in the weather.
"That is good news," said Courtenay.
"I thought you would like to know. How are things up here?"
"Better. The barometer has risen an inch in less than two hours.
Possibly, nearness to the land has some effect, but wind and sea are
subsiding."
"You surprise me; yet that is nothing. I have had several surprises
to-night. What is the position? Of course, we must hit the South
American continent sooner or later; can you fix an approximate time?"
"We are making about six knots, I fancy. If we are lucky, and avoid any
stray rocks, we should see daylight before we reach the coast.
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