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A horselaugh greeted this conclusion.
"We are nearer Yarmouth sands than France, I promise you, and nothing
under our lee nearer than Rotterdam."
A loud cry from the deck above, "A LIGHT ON THE LEE BOW!"
"There!" cried Robarts with an oath: "foul of _her_ next! through me
listening to your nonsense. He ran upon deck, and shouted through his
trumpet, "All hands wear ship!"
The crew, who had heard the previous cry, obeyed orders in the presence
of an immediate danger; and perhaps their growl had really relieved their
ill-humour. Robarts with delight saw them come tumbling up, and gave his
orders lustily: "Brail up the trysel! up with the helm! in with the
weather main brace! square the after yards!"
The ship's bow turned from the wind, and, as soon as she got way on her,
Robarts ran below again, and entered the cabin triumphant
"That is all right: and now, Captain Dodd, a word with you. You will
either retire at once to your cabin, or will cease to breed disaffection
in my crew, and groundless alarm in my passengers, by instilling your own
childish, ignorant fears.


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