“You don’t say. Things are in a pretty bad shape, then?”
“Rotten.”
“Well, like Brer Rabbit, we must lie low and say nothing.”
This opinion was incontrovertible. Moreover, Tollemache was not one who needed urging to keep his mouth shut. Indeed, this was by far the longest conversation he had indulged in since he came aboard; nor was he finished with it.
“Ship will strike soon,” he said.
Gray turned on him sharply. “Oh, nonsense!” he exclaimed. “What has put that absurd notion into your head?”
“Know this coast.”
“But we are far out at sea.”
“Fifty miles from danger line, two hours ago. Thirty now.”
“Are you sure?”