CHAPTER VIII.
OCTOBER 15th to OCTOBER 18th .-- The wind is still in the north-east.
There is no change in the "Chancellor's" course, and to an unprejudiced eye all would appear to be going on as usual.

But I have an uneasy consciousness that something is not quite right.

Why should the hatchways be so hermetically closed as though a mutinous crew was imprisoned between decks?
I cannot help thinking too that there is something in the sailors so constantly standing in groups and breaking off their talk so suddenly whenever we approach; and several times I have caught the word "hatches" which arrested M.Letourneur's attention on the night of the disturbance.
On the 15th, while I was walking on the forecastle, I overheard one of the sailors, a man named Owen say to his mates,-- "Now I just give you all warning that I am not going to wait until the last minute.

Every one for himself, say I." "Why, what do you mean to do ?" asked Jynxstrop, the cook.
"Pshaw!" said Owen, "do you suppose that longboats were only made for porpoises ?" Something at that moment occurred to interrupt the conversation, and I heard no more.

It occurred to me whether there was not some conspiracy among the crew, of which probably Curtis had already detected the symptoms.