A dull conviction seized upon Jukes that there was nothing to be done.
He leaned against the back of the wheelhouse, and Jukes walked up to him.
Jukes, straddling his long legs like a pair of compasses, put on an air of superiority.
At eight o'clock Jukes went into the chart-room to write up the ship's log.
At the sound of Jukes' voice he stood still, facing forward, but ...