Two men came out and hurried across the deck. One of them got down into the launch; and the other stood watching.
“It’s all right. As fast as a steeple.”
“It would be a pretty mess if she got adrift.”
The men came on deck again and they both returned toward the companion way.
“I suppose everything’s all right on the deck,” said one.
“What should be wrong?”
“Nothing. Only I’ve got an infernally uneasy feeling.”
“Not going to back out at the last minute, are you? We shall be in a pretty bad way to-morrow night if we have to go without the only man who knows anything about managing the boat.”
“Who said anything about backing out? We’re all in it now, sink or swim. But—oh, hang presentiments,” he broke off irritably.
“Well, I’ll get a lantern if you like and look round the deck. But it’s all rot.”