He ceased and gazed solicitously at Captain Davenport, who, bending over the chart with a pair of dividers in hand, had just emitted a low groan.
Captain Davenport was speaking very slowly, with decision.
We'll be there by one o'clock," Captain Davenport announced confidently.
Captain Davenport looked astern at the Pyrenees' canting wake.
Captain Davenport held the lead line and watched it sag off to the northeast.
Another twenty-four hours and we'll be there," Captain Davenport assured McCoy.
We won't make Hao until ten or eleven," Captain Davenport complained at seven in the morning, when the fleeting promise of the sun had been erased by hazy cloud masses in the eastern sky.
The sweat stood out on faces and bare arms, and Captain Davenport for one, his face more gaunt and care-worn than ever, and his eyes troubled and staring, was oppressed by a feeling of impending calamity.
But Captain Davenport refused to be comforted, and by the light of a lantern read up the chapter in his Epitome that related to the strategy of shipmasters in cyclonic storms.
Captain Davenport yelled suddenly and with such force as to startle every man on board and to frighten the offender into a wild wail of terror.
Officers and men were working like mad, cook and cabin boy, Captain Davenport himself, and McCoy all lending a hand.
Captain Davenport was murmuring as his ship forged clear; but he broke off abruptly to gaze at the shoal which should have been dead astern, but which was already on the PYRENEES' weather-quarter and working up rapidly to windward.
Captain Davenport consulted the chart and debated with himself.
Again Captain Davenport consulted McCoy and the chart.
Captain Davenport and the first mate, revolvers in hand, were advancing to the break of the poop, when McCoy, who had climbed on top of the cabin, began to speak.