“The sea has not got up yet, miss,” said Jack.
“Hasn't it? the waves seem very large.”
“Lord love you, wait till we have had four or five hours more of this.”
“Belay your jaw, Jack.”
“Ay, ay, sir.”
“Why so, Mr. Dodd?” objected Lucy gently. “I am not so weak as you think me. Do not keep the truth from me. I share the danger; let me share the sense of danger, too. You shall not blush for me.”
“Danger? There is not a grain of it, unless we make danger by inattention—and babbling.”
“You will not do that,” said Lucy.
Equivoque missed fire.
“Not while you are on board,” replied David, simply.