The old man took off his hat reverently.
"There won't be amuch surf on when we beaches she," said one of the young men. "It won't get up afore the wind be full round west for an hour."
"You're a spaking like a printed buke, Jan," said the old man.
"I'm a thinking differently, Master Evans," said the dark man. "It will chop round very sudden, and be west before we know where we are. I speak with humility to a man who has seen the Lord's wonders in the deep so many years longer nor me. But I think, under God, I am right."
"You most in general be right. They as converses with the Lord night and day, day and night, like as you do, knows likely more of His works nor we, as ain't your gifts."
"The Lord has vouchsafed me nothing in the way of a vision, about this afternoon, Master Evans."
"Didn't 'ee dream never at all last night?" said one of the young men: "Think 'ee now."
"Nought to bear on wind or weather, Jan. I judges from the glass. It's a dropping fast."
Jan would have had more faith in one of Matthew's dreams, and didn't seem to think much of the barometer. Meanwhile Marston had whispered Charles—