The Wings of the Morning by Louis Tracy
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no danger, you know, but these precautions are necessary. You would not
like to see several tons of water rushing down the saloon stairs; now, would you?" "Decidedly not." Then after a pause, "It is not pleasant to be fastened up in a great iron box, doctor. It reminds one of a huge coffin." "Not a bit. The _Sirdar_ is the safest ship afloat. Your father has always pursued a splendid policy in that respect. The London and Hong Kong Company may not possess fast vessels, but they are seaworthy and well found in every respect." "Are there many people ill on board?" "No; just the usual number of disturbed livers. We had a nasty accident shortly before dinner." "Good gracious! What happened?" "Some Lascars were caught by a sea forward. One man had his leg broken." "Anything else?" The doctor hesitated. He became interested in the color of some Burgundy. "I hardly know the exact details yet," he replied. "Tomorrow after breakfast I will tell you all about it." An English quartermaster and four Lascars had been licked from off the forecastle by the greedy tongue of a huge wave. The succeeding surge |
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