“That’s right,” said Briscoe. “A bit ago she nearly dipped gunwale under several times.”
“I noticed that,” said Brace, “and that’s the reason I called attention to the smooth way we are now progressing. There’s just the same amount of wind blowing.”
“Yes; I say, Lynton, this isn’t right,” said Briscoe, in a sharp tone of voice.
“What isn’t right?” said the mate testily. “We’re making splendid way. The boat’s sailing along beautifully.”
“Yes, too beautifully,” said Briscoe. “Can’t you see what Mr Brace here means?”
“No; I can’t see anything wrong,” answered Lynton, in a grumbling tone.
“Look then,” cried Brace, excitedly now; “you had better put her about at once and make for the other side.”
“What for?”
“Can’t you see?” cried Brace. “We were sailing against the stream a bit ago; but we’re sailing with it now.”
“Nonsense; that can’t be,” said the mate contemptuously.