"Up a tenth," said Sandringham. "Still rising."
Bordman blinked at him, because he had trouble keeping his eyes open.
"Let's ride it, Sandringham!"
Sandringham hesitated. Then he said:
"Go ahead."
Bordman waved his arms at his associates, whom he admired with great fervor in his then-foggy mind, because they were always ready to work when it was needed, and it had not stopped being needed for five days running. He explained that there were only three more miles of holes to be filled up, and therefore they would just draw so much of ship-fuel and blend it carefully with an appropriate amount of chilled brine and then freeze it in appropriate sausages....
Young Lieutenant Barnes said:
"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it."
Bordman said:
"Barometer's up a tenth." His eyes did not quite focus. "All right, Lieutenant. Go ahead. Promising young officer. Excellent. I'll sit down here for jusht a moment."