"I don't understand! You talk foolishly!" said Harry.
"Do I?" inquired Brand, with a sneer, apparently recovering his calmness all of a sudden. "Well, I'll tell you what I meant. I meant on account of the infernal storms one often meets with in these latitudes. It matters little, however, we are all doomed to Davy Jones now, unless we can get off in the boats!"
"Ay, ay, the boats are probably our only recourse!" answered Harry, with great coolness.
Brand admired him in spite of himself.
"Why, now, blast it! it seems to me you take matters easy, youngster!"
"This is not the first storm I've seen!" answered Harry.
"No! but when you know that it's p'raps to be your last, one would think you'd feel uneasy, to say the least."
"A difference in temperaments," answered the other; "but come! don't you think we'd better be getting the boats ready? The lashings are loose and they'll soon be adrift, if we don't hurry."
"Ho, ho! so you're getting anxious, after all, my young shaver!"