Kitobdan sitatalar «The South Sea Tales»

a great mirror, thirty miles in length and a third as broad. "Now, Captain." For the last time the yards of the Pyrenees swung around as she obeyed the wheel and headed into the passage. The turns had scarcely been made, and nothing had been coiled down, when the men and mates swept back to the poop in panic terror. Nothing had happened, yet they averred that something was going to happen. They could not tell why. They merely knew that it was about to happen. 'mcCoy started forward to take up his position on the bow in order to con the vessel in; but the captain gripped his arm and whirled him around. "Do it from here," he said. "That deck's not safe. What's the matter?" he demanded the next instant. "We're standing still." McCoy smiled.