It may be that I was always inclined to take an opposite view, but I felt bound to point this out, and at any cost.
"You mean when Ready asked him if we were out of our course?
I must say I thought it was a silly question to put.

It was the same the other evening about the cargo.

If the skipper says we're in ballast why not believe him?
Why repeat steerage gossip, about mysterious cargoes, at the cuddy table?
Captains are always touchy about that sort of thing.

I wasn't surprised at his letting out." My poor love stares at me in the starlight.

Her great eyes flash their scorn.