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           Whenshe’dpassed,McMurphytiltedhisheadandgaveGeorgetheonebrighteye.

           "George,thatstuffthenursehasbeensayingaboutthebadsea,abouthowterribledangerousthistripmightbe—whataboutthat?"

           "Thatoceancouldbeawfulbad,sure,awfulrough."

           McMurphylookeddownatthenursedisappearingintothestation,thenbackatGeorge.Georgestartedtwistinghishandsaroundinhisshirtmorethanever,lookingaroundatthesilentfaceswatchinghim.

           "Bygolly!"hesaidsuddenly."YouthinkIletherscaremeaboutthatocean?Youthinkthat?"

           "Ah,Iguessnot,George.Iwasthinking,though,thatifyoudon’tcomealongwithus,andifthereissomeawfulstormycalamity,we’reeverylastoneofusliabletobelostatsea,youknowthat?IsaidIdidn’tknownothin’aboutboating,andI’lltellyousomethingelse:thesetwowomencomingtogetus,Itoldthedoctorwasmytwoaunts,twowidowsoffishermen.Well,theonlycruisin’eitheroneofthemeverdidwasonsolidcement.Theywon’tbenomorehelpinafixthanme.Weneedyou,George."Hetookapullonhiscigaretteandasked,"Yougottenbucks,bytheway?"

           Georgeshookhishead.

           "No,Iwouldn’tsupposeso.Well,whatthedevil,Igaveuptheideaofcomin’outaheaddaysago.Here."Hetookapenciloutofthepocketofhisgreenjacketandwipeditcleanonhisshirttail,helditouttoGeorge."Youcaptainus,andwe’llletyoucomealongforfive."

           Georgelookedaroundatusagain,workinghisbigbrowoverthepredicament.