“Barometer’s up.”
“That’s nice. I don’t like low barometers.”
“Nobody likes them.”
Evans looked at the stump where the mast had been. “She really tore off hard, didn’t she?”
“Glad I wasn’t under it.”
“I guess the boys’ll really talk about us now, the guys on the other boats.”
“Sure, they’re just like women. Talk, talk, that’s about all they do.”
“I guess they’ll say it was my fault. Harms would say that. He’d want to cover his own hide for sending us out.”
“Well, you didn’t have to go if you didn’t want to. That’s sea law.”
“That’s true.”