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Westoodthere，groupedaboutthebodyofthedeadGrabritin，lookingfutilelydowntherivertowhereitmadeanabruptcurvetothewest，aquarterofamilebelowus，andwaslosttosight，asthoughweexpectedtoseethetruantreturningtouswithourpreciouslaunch——thethingthatmeantlifeordeathtousinthisunfriendly，savageworld。
Ifelt，ratherthansaw，Taylorturnhiseyesslowlytowardmyprofile，and，asmineswungtomeetthem，theexpressionuponhisfacerecalledmetomydutyandresponsibilityasanofficer。
TheutterhopelessnessthatwasreflectedinhisfacemusthavebeenthecounterpartofwhatImyselffelt，butinthatbriefinstantIdeterminedtohidemyownmisgivingsthatI
mightbolsterupthecourageoftheothers。