The air contained a nip of frost.
"All set, I see, LeVere ?" "Si, Senor, and at that we barely move.

The bark needs a gale o' wind to make any headway." "You have no fear of the storm yonder ?" He glanced aside at the mass of cloud.
"No, Senor.

It hung just there an hour past--not come here, but creep around." "Your course ?" "Still to the sou' o' east, Senor." He bent down to glance at the card and I saw his dark face in the gleam of the binnacle light.

He was not bad looking, but for the continuous gleam of prominent teeth.

He straightened up.
"Who put out the cabin light, Senor ?" "I am sure I don't know; was it out ?" "Yes, Senor.