. Rod and gun . sionally we couldsee the blue skv and stars overhead, when it was impossible to make out the look-out stationed on the bowsprit. Where we were I had an idea, butwhere we were heading I was not sure,so I throttled the engine down to itsslowest notch. At the speed we weretravelling I knew little damage could bedone if w^e did hit anything, and with thetide rising it would be a simple matterto float her if we ran ashore. Murray was lookout, straddling thebowsprit, and W^alter held the tiller. Iwas running up and dow^n to and fromthe engine, and of course on each occa-sion I disapp
. Rod and gun . sionally we couldsee the blue skv and stars overhead, when it was impossible to make out the look-out stationed on the bowsprit. Where we were I had an idea, butwhere we were heading I was not sure,so I throttled the engine down to itsslowest notch. At the speed we weretravelling I knew little damage could bedone if w^e did hit anything, and with thetide rising it would be a simple matterto float her if we ran ashore. Murray was lookout, straddling thebowsprit, and W^alter held the tiller. Iwas running up and dow^n to and fromthe engine, and of course on each occa-sion I disappeared below, lost my bear-ings. Occasionally I would go forw^ardand ask the lookout how her head wasand make suggestions. W^e wantedabout a noreast course, and not oneaboard agreed with the other as to howwe were heading. Murray in the fogfelt she was working to starboard all thetime. Every time I appeared on deck Iwould hear Murray shouting: Starboard your helm, W^alter, star-board! Do vou hear me — starboard. UP ALOFT. The Author staudiiig iu the spreaders.
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