captain stepped out on the hurricane deck; next the chief mate appeared; then a clerk. Every moment or two a straggler was added to my audience; and before I got to the head of the island I had fifteen or twenty people assembled down there under my nose. I began to wonder what the trouble was. As I started across, the captain glanced alott at me and said, with a sham uneasiness in his voice,—
"Where is Mr. Bixby?"
"Gone below, sir."
But that did the business for me. My imagination began to construct dangers out of nothing, and they multiplied faster than I could kerp the run of them. All at once I imagined I saw shoal water ahead! The wave of coward agony that surged through me then came near dislocating every joint in me. All my confidence in that crossing vanished. I seized the bell-rope; dropped it, ashamed; seized it again; dropped it once more; clutched it tremblingly once again, and pulled it so feebly that I could hardly hear the stroke myself. Captain and mate sang out instantly, and both together,—
"Starboard lead there! and quick about it!"
This was another shock. I began to climb the wheel like a squirrel; but I would hardly get the boat started to port before I would see new dangers on that side, and away I would spin to the other; only to find perils accumulating to starboard, and be crazy to get to port again. Then came the leadsman's sepulchral cry:—
"D-e-e-p four!"
Deep four in a bottomless crossing! The terror of it took my breath away.
"M-a-r-k three! … M-a-r-k three … Quarter less three! … Half twain!"
This was frightful! I seized the bell-ropes and stopped the engines.
"Quarter twain! Quarter twain! Mark twain!"
I was helpless I did net know what in the world to do.
