The ship could not have
been more than sixty feet distant, a little more than her own beam, and
he fully expected that she would grind against some outlier in the next
instant. But the _Kansas_ had a charmed life. She ran on unscathed, and
seemed to be traveling in smoother water after this escape.
Walker's dark skin was the color of parchment when he reached the
chart-house.
"Captain," he said, weakly, "I 'll do owt wi' engines, but I'm no good at
this game. That thing fairly banged me. Did ye see it?"
"Did _you_ see land?" demanded Courtenay, imperatively. His spirits rose
with each of these thrills. He felt that it was ordained that his ship
should live.
"Yes, sir. The-aw 's hills, and big ones, a long way ahead, but I 'm no'
goin' up that mast again. It would be suicide. I'm done. I'll nev-ah
fo-get yon stone ghost, no, not if I live to be ninety."
Then Joey, sniffing the morning, uncurled himself, stretched, yawned
loudly, and thought of breakfast, for he had passed a rather disturbed
night, the second in one week. To cope with such excitement, a dog
needed sustenance.
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