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Scarce
had
a
quarter
of
an
hour
passed
,
when
a
fan
of
air
from
the
west
,
with
a
hint
of
frost
and
damp
in
it
,
crisped
on
our
cheeks
.
In
another
five
minutes
we
had
steerage
from
the
filled
sail
,
and
Arnold
Bentham
was
at
the
steering
sweep
.
"
Save
what
little
strength
you
have
,
"
he
had
said
.
"
Let
me
consume
the
little
strength
left
in
me
in
order
that
it
may
increase
your
chance
to
survive
.
"
And
so
he
steered
to
a
freshening
breeze
,
while
Captain
Nicholl
and
I
lay
sprawled
in
the
boat
's
bottom
and
in
our
weakness
dreamed
dreams
and
glimpsed
visions
of
the
dear
things
of
life
far
across
the
world
from
us
.
It
was
an
ever-freshening
breeze
of
wind
that
soon
began
to
puff
and
gust
.
The
cloud
stuff
flying
across
the
sky
foretold
us
of
a
gale
.
By
midday
Arnold
Bentham
fainted
at
the
steering
,
and
,
ere
the
boat
could
broach
in
the
tidy
sea
already
running
,
Captain
Nicholl
and
I
were
at
the
steering
sweep
with
all
the
four
of
our
weak
hands
upon
it
.
We
came
to
an
agreement
,
and
,
just
as
Captain
Nicholl
had
drawn
the
first
lot
by
virtue
of
his
office
,
so
now
he
took
the
first
spell
at
steering
.
Thereafter
the
three
of
us
spelled
one
another
every
fifteen
minutes
.
We
were
very
weak
and
we
could
not
spell
longer
at
a
time
.
By
mid-afternoon
a
dangerous
sea
was
running
.
We
should
have
rounded
the
boat
to
,
had
our
situation
not
been
so
desperate
,
and
let
her
drift
bow-on
to
a
sea-anchor
extemporized
of
our
mast
and
sail
.
Had
we
broached
in
those
great
,
over-topping
seas
,
the
boat
would
have
been
rolled
over
and
over
.
Time
and
again
,
that
afternoon
,
Arnold
Bentham
,
for
our
sakes
,
begged
that
we
come
to
a
sea-anchor
.
He
knew
that
we
continued
to
run
only
in
the
hope
that
the
decree
of
the
lots
might
not
have
to
be
carried
out
.
He
was
a
noble
man
.
So
was
Captain
Nicholl
noble
,
whose
frosty
eyes
had
wizened
to
points
of
steel
.
And
in
such
noble
company
how
could
I
be
less
noble
?
I
thanked
God
repeatedly
,
through
that
long
afternoon
of
peril
,
for
the
privilege
of
having
known
two
such
men
.
God
and
the
right
dwelt
in
them
and
no
matter
what
my
poor
fate
might
be
,
I
could
but
feel
well
recompensed
by
such
companionship
.
Like
them
I
did
not
want
to
die
,
yet
was
unafraid
to
die
.
The
quick
,
early
doubt
I
had
had
of
these
two
men
was
long
since
dissipated
.
Hard
the
school
,
and
hard
the
men
,
but
they
were
noble
men
,
God
's
own
men
.
I
saw
it
first
.
Arnold
Bentham
,
his
own
death
accepted
,
and
Captain
Nicholl
,
well
nigh
accepting
death
,
lay
rolling
like
loose-bodied
dead
men
in
the
boat
's
bottom
,
and
I
was
steering
when
I
saw
it
.
The
boat
,
foaming
and
surging
with
the
swiftness
of
wind
in
its
sail
,
was
uplifted
on
a
crest
,
when
,
close
before
me
,
I
saw
the
sea-battered
islet
of
rock
.
It
was
not
half
a
mile
off
.
I
cried
out
,
so
that
the
other
two
,
kneeling
and
reeling
and
clutching
for
support
,
were
peering
and
staring
at
what
I
saw
.
"
Straight
for
it
,
Daniel
,
"
Captain
Nicholl
mumbled
command
.
"
There
may
be
a
cove
.
There
may
be
a
cove
.
It
is
our
only
chance
.
"
Once
again
he
spoke
,
when
we
were
atop
that
dreadful
lee
shore
with
no
cove
existent
.
