“Snow’s starting to clear,” said Martin.
Evans looked up from the chart table. “We’ll see Arunga when the snow clears.”
A high wind had sprung up during the afternoon and snow flurries swept by them constantly. For a while Martin had been afraid there would be another williwaw, but now that they were so near to Arunga it made no difference. A williwaw near port was much different from one at sea.
Martin watched Evans as he measured distances on the chart with a pair of dividers. Already he was relaxed. He was whistling to himself.
“Looks like we’re going to make it,” said Martin.
“I guess so.” Evans did not look up from his chart.
“That williwaw, that was pretty close, wasn’t it? I mean we were almost knocked out.”
“I’ll say.” Evans stood up straight and stretched himself. He looked at the barometer and smiled. “We’ll have sunshine soon,” he said.
“That’ll be the day.”
“It could happen.”