If I keep her as she goes, we'll make that island to-morrow afternoon, and have the lee of it to lie under, if we can't make out to run in.

The point you have to figure on, is whether you'll take the big chances of that Captain Trent making the place before you, or take the risk of something happening.

I'm to run this ship to your satisfaction," he added, with an ugly sneer.
"Well, here's a point for the supercargo." "Captain," I returned, with my heart in my mouth, "risk is better than certain failure." "Life is all risk, Mr.Dodd," he remarked.

"But there's one thing: it's now or never; in half an hour, Archdeacon Gabriel couldn't lay her to, if he came down stairs on purpose." "All right," said I."Let's run." "Run goes," said he; and with that he fell to breakfast, and passed half an hour in stowing away pie and devoutly wishing himself back in San Francisco.
When we came on deck again, he took the wheel from Johnson--it appears they could trust none among the hands--and I stood close beside him, feeling safe in this proximity, and tasting a fearful joy from our surroundings and the consciousness of my decision.

The breeze had already risen, and as it tore over our heads, it uttered at times a long hooting note that sent my heart into my boots.