Пятнадцатилетний капитан

Captain Sand

           Weldonthatthelandoughttobeinsight,asitwasonthatpieceofpaper!

           And,meanwhile,onthatwhitepage,the"Pilgrim"drawnonanexactscale,wouldbesmallerthanthemostmicroscopicofinfusoria!Thatmathematicalpoint,withoutappreciabledimensions,wouldappearlost,asitwasinrealityintheimmensityofthePacific!

           DickSandhimselfhadnotexperiencedthesameimpressionasMrs.Weldon.Heknewhowfaroffthelandwas,andthatmanyhundredsofmileswouldnotsufficetomeasurethedistancefromit.Buthehadtakenhispart;hehadbecomeamanundertheresponsibilitywhichhadfallenuponhim.

           Themomenttoacthadcome.Hemustprofitbythisnorthwestbreezewhichwasblowingup.Contrarywindshadgivenplacetofavorablewinds,andsomecloudsscatteredinthezenithunderthecirrousform,indicatedthattheywouldblowsteadilyforatleastacertaintime.

           DickcalledTomandhiscompanions.

           "Myfriends,"hesaidtothem,"ourshiphasnolongeranycrewbutyou.Icannotworkwithoutyouraid.Youarenotsailors,butyouhavegoodarms.Placethem,then,atthe’Pilgrim’s’serviceandwecansteerher.Everyone’ssalvationdependsonthegoodworkofeveryoneonboard."

           "Mr.Dick,"repliedTom,"mycompanionsandI,weareyoursailors.Ourgoodwillshallnotbewanting.Allthatmencando,commandedbyyou,weshalldoit."

           "Wellspoken,oldTom,"saidMrs.Weldon.

           "Yes,wellspoken,"continuedDickSand;"butwemustbeprudent,andIshallnotcarrytoomuchcanvas,soasnottorunanyrisk

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