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 made no reply.
"You've said it," caught up the second mate, always with his back to Jukes.
"Jolly good thing she isn't," threw in Jukes, with bitter readiness.
Again he slapped his leg with the book; and Jukes opened his mouth, but said nothing.
I couldn't bring myself to do that if every word in there was gospel truth, Mr. Jukes.
And Jukes, silent, marvelled at this display of feeling and loquacity.