“I believe you want a coat, sir.”

“I believe I do,” I sighed out.

But I did not move.  What I felt I wanted were new limbs.  My arms and legs seemed utterly useless, fairly worn out.  They didn’t even ache.  But I stood up all the same to put on the coat when Ransome brought it up.  And when he suggested that he had better now “take Gambril forward,” I said: 

“All right.  I’ll help you to get him down on the main deck.”

I found that I was quite able to help, too.  We raised Gambril up between us.  He tried to help himself along like a man but all the time he was inquiring piteously: 

“You won’t let me go when we come to the ladder?  You won’t let me go when we come to the ladder?”

The breeze kept on freshening and blew true, true to a hair.  At daylight by careful manipulation of the helm we got the foreyards to run square by themselves (the water keeping smooth) and then went about hauling the ropes tight.  Of the four men I had with me at night, I could see now only two.  I didn’t inquire as to the others.  They had given in.  For a time only I hoped.

Our various tasks forward occupied us for hours, the two men with me moved so slow and had to rest so often.  One of them remarked that “every blamed thing in the ship felt about a hundred times heavier than its proper weight.”  This was the only complaint uttered.  I don’t know what we should have done without Ransome.  He worked with us, silent, too, with a little smile frozen on his lips.  From time to time I murmured to him:  “Go steady”—­“Take it easy, Ransome”—­and received a quick glance in reply.

When we had done all we could do to make things safe, he disappeared into his galley.  Some time afterward, going forward for a look round, I caught sight of him through the open door.  He sat upright on the locker in front of the stove, with his head leaning back against the bulkhead.  His eyes were closed; his capable hands held open the front of his thin cotton shirt baring tragically his powerful chest, which heaved in painful and laboured gasps.  He didn’t hear me.

I retreated quietly and went straight on to the poop to relieve Frenchy, who by that time was beginning to look very sick.  He gave me the course with great formality and tried to go off with a jaunty step, but reeled widely twice before getting out of my sight.

And then I remained all alone aft, steering my ship, which ran before the wind with a buoyant lift now and then, and even rolling a little.  Presently Ransome appeared before me with a tray.  The sight of food made me ravenous all at once.  He took the wheel while I sat down of the after grating to eat my breakfast.

“This breeze seems to have done for our crowd,” he murmured.  “It just laid them low—­all hands.”

“Yes,” I said.  “I suppose you and I are the only two fit men in the ship.”

“Frenchy says there’s still a jump left in him.  I don’t know.  It can’t be much,” continued Ransome with his wistful smile.  “Good little man that.  But suppose, sir, that this wind flies round when we are close to the land—­what are we going to do with her?”