When shafts of white light began to taper, pennon-like, in the eastern sky, the girl went back to her cabin.
Contrary to Hozier's expectation, Coke did not attempt to draw from him any account of their conversation prior to the inexplicable mishap to the wheel.

He examined a couple of charts, made a slight alteration in the course, and at four o'clock took charge of the bridge.
"Just 'ave a look round now while things is quiet," he said, nodding to Hozier confidentially.

"I'll tell you wot I fancy: a rat dragged a bit of bone into a gear-box.

If the plankin' is badly worn anywhere, get the carpenter to see to it.

I do 'ate to 'ave a feelin' that the wheel can let you down.