Two trips later, I got into serious trouble.

Brown was steering; I was 'pulling down.' My younger brother appeared on the hurricane deck, and shouted to Brown to stop at some landing or other a mile or so below.
Brown gave no intimation that he had heard anything.

But that was his way: he never condescended to take notice of an under clerk.

The wind was blowing; Brown was deaf (although he always pretended he wasn't), and I very much doubted if he had heard the order.

If I had two heads, I would have spoken; but as I had only one, it seemed judicious to take care of it; so I kept still.
Presently, sure enough, we went sailing by that plantation.