You never could tell when its use might come in handy.

That is why Pierre Picard was allowed to drink his soup in the forecastle mess.
Breitmann continued on, oblivious to all things save his cogitations.
He swung round the bridge.

He believed that he and Cathewe could henceforth proceed on parallel lines, and there was much to be grateful for.

Cathewe was quiet but deep; and he, Breitmann, had knocked about among that sort and knew that they were to be respected.

In all, he had made only one serious blunder.