"It's very slow," she complained.
"It doesn't consider us, my dear," he replied. Then he rose slowly and went up the companionway, and a moment later they heard him whistling for a wind.
Hetty jumped to her feet.
"Father must see something—a catspaw at least," she exclaimed. "I'm going to find out." With that she, too, sought the deck, followed by Drew.
"They heard him whistling for a wind"
Captain March stood sweeping the sea with his glass; but as they approached him he lowered it, and went silently below.
"There isn't one—not one," said Hetty, as she looked about for the dark streaks of catspaws. Three great rollers came sweeping in, and they rocked and pitched with the might of them. The girl caught at the rail for support. "It makes one think of the words, 'Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,' doesn't it?" she said solemnly.
"Yes," he answered.