"The night
breeze'll blow 'er back where she come from."
"Well, w'ere's that?" demanded Mulcher savagely.
"Why, Eth'opia, I reckon, if she's got a crew of Eth'opians settin' on
t'other side of 'er superstructure."
"They ain't a man-jack aboard; and you know it," snarled Galton, "or
'e'd be poppin' 'is eyes hout at such a 'orrible big sight as we must
be."
"Anyway, I'll bet she blows back w'ere she come from, to-night,"
persisted the advocate of this theory.
The men caviled on at each other endlessly, disputing, denying,
upbraiding, and once in a while coming to blows.
In order to keep any sort of discipline, Leonard and Caradoc kept to
themselves under a separate awning, for all sea-faring experience has
shown that a separation of officers and men is necessary for the
management of sailors.
However, Madden heard most of the arguments that went on under the men's
canvas, and he became convinced that the sailor was right; the evening
breeze would carry the schooner away from the dock. He measured the long
distance through the sea lanes from dock to schooner with his eyes.
"Caradoc," he said to his friend, "if we ever reach that vessel now's
our time."
"How do you hope to do it?"
For answer Madden turned to the men. "Mulcher, bring me a life buoy,
will you?"
Mulcher arose and started on his errand.
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