That was all.
. . . Farrell lay as he had tumbled, like a log across my ankles.
. . . I held her, crooked by my elbow against my side, her head
drowsed on my shoulder, her body pulsing against mine. I am telling
you all, and I tell you that I did not dare to kiss her. Lying
awake, with Farrell across my feet, I held her to me, feeling her
breathe.
"At hint of dawn Jarvis, who had been watching the seas the night
through, barked us out of cover. The rain had ceased, the gale had
swept southward as fast as it had come. The sea heaved almost as
steeply as ever, but the toppling waves no longer flung any spray
over us, or any to mention."
"Day broke, and the after-swell still tumbled us heavily: but nowhere
within the great ring of horizon did it heave one of the other boats
into sight. The sea smoothed itself down with a quite wonderful
rapidity, and still its great surface was a blank."
"I cannot somehow believe that so able a handler of his boat as I
knew Captain Macnaughten to be allowed himself to be swamped in that
gale. His orders had been to carry on and only heave-to upon signal.
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