'By heavens! every look of a death-trap comes out on your own showing; and except you show me the key to unlock it, I myself will hazard the forcing; I and your mate yonder, who well I see is not in your confidence, whose face tells that he has no liking for you and your doings.'
Christian turned away and made no response.
'For God's sake, sir,' whispered Philip then, 'have patience, or you ruin all!'
'Let be that wine and speak out.'
'Drink you, Christian.'
He refused. Philip fetched breath for a plunge.
'Bear me out, Christian, when I say that one there is who can do what none other living can—and will.'
Christian waited with a face of stone.
'Who can carry us safe through the reefs. Christian—this—you promised—you must undertake this.
'Look you, we may never be driven to it; a far ship could not easily make us out against this broken background.