But it was obvious that the captain meant to anchor in the stream for the night: so obvious that if any one on shore had mentioned the conclusion his speech would have called for nothing but a contemptuous glance from the steady blue eyes all round him.
It was equally characteristic of a Farlingford ship that there were no greetings from the deck.

Those on shore could clearly perceive the burly form of Captain Clubbe, standing by the weather rigging.

Wives could distinguish their husbands, and girls their lovers; but, as these were attending to their business with a taciturn concentration, no hand was raised in salutation.
The wind had dropped now.

For these are coasts of quiet nights and boisterous days.

The tide was almost slack.