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On deck it was so dark that, until his eyes grew accustomed, he could

see nothing at all. The few stars had gone under again and the bank of

cloud ahead was higher in the sky. Jerome listlessly threw himself down

on deck close to one of the gunwales and lighted his pipe. The voices of

Bearman and his mate nearby made him feel drowsy. Captain Bearman was

just issuing the last of his instructions before turning in. The ship’s

bell sounded half past midnight.

“As I figure it now,” concluded the ship’s master through his fiery

bush, “we ought to get in a little after dawn. We’ll be making good

headway, and I want to try a flying moor. Of course,” he added whiningly,

“I expect to see those fools make a mess of it and get the cables all

tangled, the way they did off Port Phillip. But the harbour’s very good

here, and we know every inch of it. We’ll try a flying moor, Mr. Nelson.

And I wish you’d get the lashings off the anchors some time between now

and daylight. You’ll have your hands full without going to work on the

hatch covers. Besides, I think we’ll run into a thunder storm before

morning.” He turned and walked off without saying good-night.

Jerome heard the mate mutter to himself, just once, in a disgusted tone:

“A flying moor!” He thought of going over and talking with the mate; for

the mate was a very decent chap. But he felt so comfortable and drowsy

where he was that he decided not to move, even for the sake of learning

what a flying moor was.

As a matter of fact, Captain Bearman wanted to enter with the finest

flourish known to the profession because he had a firm persuasion that

the _Star of Troy_ would be found riding at anchor in the harbour. What

a triumph to come dashing in at dawn, full sails, “a bone in her teeth,”

and achieve a flying moor! But the mate was disgusted because he guessed

the reason and he knew his skipper. It might very possibly be that the

mate hadn’t carried his analysis far enough to know that his skipper

possessed an inferiority complex. But he knew him for a disappointed and

embittered man; had seen him play the satellite.

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