"'You're running to your death!' he shouted. 'Do you realize what you're doing? You've already lost Pootoy. If you can't haul up and make the lee of the Lema Islands...'
"'I intend to pass nowhere near them—and I know exactly what I am doing' answered Lee Fu, keeping his eyes on the yawing bow of the sampan.
"'There's nothing to the eastward ... no more shelter..."
"'Of that I am aware'
"'Do you know the meaning of that?' Wilbur pointed wildly above the stern rail, into the face of the onrushing storm.
"'I think we shall get the centre of the typhoon, Captain, by noon of tomorrow'
"Wilbur made a move as if to grasp the tiller. 'Haul up, you fool!...'
"A stray gleam in the gathering darkness caught the barrel of the revolver, as Lee Fu steered for a moment with one hand.
"'Beware, Captain! You are the fool; would you broach us to, and end it now? One thing alone will send me to seek the last shelter; and for that thing I think you are not ready'
"'What?'