He flew over as I said, stamped with his foot and then putting his face to the cowl of the big ventilator shouted down there: "Please come on deck, sir," in a voice which was not trembling or scared but which we may call fairly expressive.

There could not be a mistake as to the urgence of the call.
But instead of the expected alert "All right!" and the sound of a rush down there, he heard only a faint exclamation--then silence.
Think of his astonishment! He remained there, his ear in the cowl of the ventilator, his eyes fastened on those menacing sidelights dancing on the gusts of wind which swept the angry darkness of the sea.

It was as though he had waited an hour but it was something much less than a minute before he fairly bellowed into the wide tube "Captain Anthony!" An agitated "What is it ?" was what he heard down there in Mrs.Anthony's voice, light rapid footsteps.

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