Let it stick to the wall."
The man was very grave and kind, and he spoke freely to those of his
cronies who were on shore; but he would not go near his old haunts, and
some people thought he must have got religious. Perhaps he had. At any
rate something that happened not long afterwards made the supposition
probable. Jack was on the Ter Schelling bank when his turn came to go
home again, and he was moodily wondering whether any such ordeal would
ever be put on him as that which he endured when the steamer sank his
vessel.
The weather looked ugly; the glass went fast down, and a wild and
leprous-looking moon shone lividly through a shifting mask of troubled
clouds. A sullen calm fell, and the smack rolled with clashing blocks
and groaning spars, making night hideous. In the morning a gale broke
and soon came a blinding fall of snow. It was impossible to see many
yards through the rushing drift of murky yellow, but Jack took in all
four reefs, and ran on with a rag of sail and a three-cloth jib.
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