“Find anything?” Bervick asked.
Martin shook his head. “Everything fine. You find anything?”
“No.” They went aft to the salon. Martin went above to tell Evans about their inspection.
Major Barkison was in the salon when Bervick entered. He was nervous; his fingers played constantly with his belt buckle.
“Do you think it’s over for good?” he asked.
“I expect so. The heart of the storm’s gone by us.”
“I hope so. That was really dreadful, the rocks and all that wind. Does this happen often?”
“Occasionally it happens.”
“It was awful. We’ll get back all right now, though. Won’t we?”
“I hope so. Evans is good, he knows his business. I wouldn’t be too worried.”