ingrobes，sittinglikeaBiblicalfigure，incongruously，onayellowtintrunkcordedwitharopeoftwistedrattan.Thefather，unmoved，putouthishandtopatthelittleshavenpollprotectingly.
XI
Sternecrossedthedeckuponthetrackofthechiefengineer.Jack，thesecond，retreatingbackwardsdowntheengine—roomladder，andstillwipinghishands，treatedhimtoanincomprehensiblegrinofwhiteteethoutofhisgrimyhardface;Massywasnowheretobeseen.Hemusthavegonestraightintohisberth.
Sternescratchedatthedoorsoftly，then，puttinghislipstotheroseoftheventilator，said——
\"Imustspeaktoyou，Mr.Massy.Justgivemeaminuteortwo.\"