You remember that Captain Passford was in a desperate hurry to get from Messina to Marseilles a year ago this month, and the Bellevite logged twenty knots during nearly the whole of the trip," replied the engineer, with a gentle smile of triumph on his handsome face, for he looked upon the feat of the engine as he would upon a noble deed of his father.
"You made her shake on that trip, Mr.Vapoor." "Not very much, sir.

All the owner's family, including Miss Florry, were on board then, and, if any thing had happened, I should have charged myself with murder.

I do not know what the Bellevite could do if the occasion warranted me in taking any risk." "I do not wish you to be reckless on the present emergency; but it is of the utmost importance to save every hour we can, and the success or failure of the expedition may depend upon a single hour.

I will say no more, though an accident to the engine would be a disaster to the enterprise.

I leave the matter with you, Mr.Vapoor," added the commander, as he moved off.
"I understand you perfectly, Captain Breaker, and there shall be no failure in the engine department to meet your wishes," replied the chief, as he touched his cap and retired to the engine-room.
"I am waiting for you, Breaker," said Captain Passford, who was standing near the companionway with Christy.
"Excuse me for a few minutes more, for there seems to be a strong breeze coming up from the north-east, and I want to take a look at the situation," replied the commander, and he hastened forward.
It had been bright sunshine when the pilot came on board: but suddenly the wind had veered to an ugly quarter, and had just begun to pipe up into something like half a gale.