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down a boat with four people! Stop her, can’t 
you!” 
«It can’t be done, man. If we’ve run down 
_ a boat, it’s all over with it and all in it. I can’t 
risk a thousand lives without hope of saving one. 
_ This is a gale, Doctor, and we have our hands 
¥ full.” 
I turned from him in horror and despair. I 
stumbled to my stateroom, dropped my wet 
- clothing in the middle of the floor, and knew 
no more until the trumpet called for breakfast. 
| The rush of green waters was pounding at my 
_ porthole; the experience of the night came 
_ back to me with horror; the reek of my wet 
' clothes sickened my heart, and I rang for the 
steward. 
_ Take these things away, Gustav, and don’t 
bring them back until they are dry and pressed.” 
_ What things does the Herr Doctor speak 
& for?” 
_ The wet things there on the floor.” 
_ Excuse me, but I have seen no things 
> wet.” 
— «You Dutch chump!” said I, half rising, 
_ “what do you mean by saying— Well, I’ll be 
damned!” There were my clothes, dry and 
- folded, on the couch, and my ulster and cap on 
_ their hook, without evidence of moisture or use. 
_ Gustav, remind me to give you three rix- 
_ dollars at breakfast.” 
_ Danke, Herr Doctor.” 
