Duncan coolly pulled at his cigar and glanced aft at the rising cloud of squall.
Save yourself the trouble of further lying," Duncan went on coldly.
There was a pause, during which Duncan went on studying the rising squall, while Captain Dettmar's face worked terribly.
Duncan pulled shut the cover of the companion scuttle, and held on, waiting, the first drops of rain pelting his face, while the Samoset leaped violently ahead, at the same time heeling first to starboard then to port as the gusty pressures caught her winged-out sails.
Then it was, the danger past, and as the Kanakas began to coil the halyards back on the pins, that Boyd Duncan went below.
But before Duncan climbed into his bunk, he strapped around himself, against the skin and under his pajama coat, a heavy automatic pistol.
Duncan," was Duncan's reply, as he tore the life-buoy from its hook and flung it aft.
As they lifted on the smooth crest of a wave, Duncan turned to look where the Samoset made a vague blur in the darkness.
Duncan called out loudly and repeatedly, and each time, in the intervals, they could hear, very faintly, the voice of Captain Dettmar shouting orders.
For half an hour they maintained silence, Duncan, his head resting on the arm that was on the buoy, seemed asleep.
Despite his facetiousness, Boyd Duncan had little hope.
As the sun rose higher, Duncan ripped his pajama trousers in halves and fashioned them into two rude turbans.