For now that you too have seen I can tell you"-- he hesitated--"what it was you saw," he ended.
As we passed through the door we met the ship's first officer.
Throckmartin composed his face into at least a semblance of normality.
"Going to have much of a storm ?" he asked.
"Yes," said the mate.

"Probably all the way to Melbourne." Throckmartin straightened as though with a new thought.

He gripped the officer's sleeve eagerly.
"You mean at least cloudy weather--for"-- he hesitated--"for the next three nights, say ?" "And for three more," replied the mate.
"Thank God!" cried Throckmartin, and I think I never heard such relief and hope as was in his voice.
The sailor stood amazed.

"Thank God ?" he repeated.

"Thank--what d'ye mean ?" But Throckmartin was moving onward to his cabin.