"She'd make a couple of knots more an hour with the wind on the quarter."
"Yes, your grace, and less leeway."
"I am half inclined to run in there. And yet, if you are satisfied that the rudder-head will hold until we can reach Silver Bay, I'd much rather go home."
"The rudder-head will hold, your grace. I'll answer for that. Would your grace like to come and see it?"
"No, no. Drew. I'll take your word for it. You know all about it. It's a wonder you never thought of running a knife into that rudder."
"Well, your grace, as I said, it wasn't easy to get at. You see, there was the seat."
"Ay, ay! So there was--so there was, Drew! I forgot that--I forgot that. You are not to blame. We must lay the Seabird up when we get in. We can hire or buy another yacht while this one is under repairs. What do you think we ought to do, Drew, sell her or repair her? What do you think?"
"You have had her a good many years now, your grace."
"Yes, yes. You think I ought to sell her. I think you are right. What course are you steering now, Drew?"
"Nor'-west, your grace; for home."