“No, I suppose it’s all over.” The Major shuddered. “That wind, I’ve never seen anything like it. It was terrible, all that wind.” The Major sat down heavily.
Evans came into the salon. He seemed cheerful. He was smiling.
“Martin tells me there aren’t any leaks.”
Bervick nodded, “That’s right.”
“We’ll get there then. I’m hungry. Is Smitty around?”
“I think he’s below. I’ll get him.”
“Fine.”
“I gather,” said the Major slowly, “that the storm is over.”
“Well, it looks like it. Never can tell, of course. We may have some more but the worst is over.”
Major Barkison was relieved. “You know,” he said, “I must admire the way you’ve handled this. I’m going to recommend you for a citation.”