There is not breeze enough
now to make the yacht lie over."
"I could hear your voice, strong and cheerful, above all the uproar,
Captain, so I had no fear."
"We had plenty of sea room, sir, a good boat, and--"
"A good captain."
"Yes, sir, you may say that. The Pentland roared and raged a bit, but
the sea has her Master. She hears a voice we cannot hear. It says only
three words, Mr. Hatton, three words we cannot hear, but a great calm
follows them."
"And the three words are--?"
"_Peace! Be still_!"
Then John Hatton looked with a quick understanding into his Captain's
face, and answered with a confident smile,
"O Saxon Sailor thou hast had with thee,
The Sailor of the Lake of Galilee."
"I hope, and I believe so, sir. I have been in big storms, and _felt_
it."
"I got a glimpse of you in a flash of lightning that I shall never
forget, Captain Cook. You were standing by the wheel, tightening your
hat on your head; your feet were firm on the rolling deck, and you were
searching the thickest of the storm with a cheerful, confident face.
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