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Conrad, Joseph, 1857-1924

"Typhoon"

Thought I would have
had to go myself and haul out one of them by the neck."
"Ah, well," muttered the Captain. He stood watchful by Jukes' side.
"The second mate's in there, too, holding his head. Is he hurt, sir?"
"No--crazy," said Captain MacWhirr, curtly.
"Looks as if he had a tumble, though."
"I had to give him a push," explained the Captain.
Jukes gave an impatient sigh.
"It will come very sudden," said Captain MacWhirr, "and from over there,
I fancy. God only knows though. These books are only good to muddle your
head and make you jumpy. It will be bad, and there's an end. If we only
can steam her round in time to meet it. . . ."
A minute passed. Some of the stars winked rapidly and vanished.
"You left them pretty safe?" began the Captain abruptly, as though the
silence were unbearable.
"Are you thinking of the coolies, sir? I rigged lifelines all ways
across that 'tween-deck."
"Did you? Good idea, Mr. Jukes."
"I didn't . . . think you cared to . . . know," said Jukes--the lurching
of the ship cut his speech as though somebody had been jerking him
around while he talked--"how I got on with . . . that infernal job. We
did it. And it may not matter in the end."
"Had to do what's fair, for all--they are only Chinamen.


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