"Lookye here, sir," whispered the coxswain, who seemed to ignore his wound; "I don't want to show no white feathers, nor to holler afore I'm hurt, but if I was you, I should ask Mr Brooke to run straight for the nearest shore--say one o' them islands there, afore the storm comes; you arn't got no idea what one o' them tycoons is like.
