“I feel cold,” he whispered.
I looked up at Wilson. His eyes had widened a little. He swung around
and began to pace the bridge. He knew what his duty was; he would do
it no matter what went on between captain and crew.
“It’s getting chilly,” said Pierce.
We retired to the wireless house. Pierce shut the door and stared at
me.
“Now what—now what do you make of that, Brains?”