Driven to Bay; A Novel Volume 1 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ... on either side, and mournfully sat down. It was the shade of Harold Greenwood, but what a contrast to his deZonnaire appearance of the morning. His face was ashen pale, and the corners of his mouth drawn down. There was a melancholy look about his eyes, and his crimped hair, now straight as a Skye terrier's, hung down upon his forehead. He wore his hat upon the back of his head, and he had left his Malacca cane below. One end of his watchchain, with the button-hook attached to it, dangled in front of him, in place of his eyeglass, which had been smashed when the treacherous ship gave a heavy roll, and threw him against the bulkhead, and the pink silk handkerchief was fast losing its festive appearance under its frequent calls to duty to wipe its owner's mouth. A smile crossed Jack's face as he caught sight of the unhappy youth, and approaching him, he said kindly, --"If you don't feel well, Mr. Greenwood, you had better go to the lee side of the vessel. You mustn't stay here." "Oh I'm quite well, thank you. I'm used to this sort of thing, don't you know?" replied Greenwood quickly. "But it's doosid hot in the saloon, and I feel a little queer, don't you know? It's that new paint, and--" "I quite understand," said Blythe; "but you'll soon get used to it." "Oh I am used to it--have been all my life--D you know. But, I say, do you think she will roll any more than she's doing at present? For it's really very uncomfortable. I suppose the captain did not expect to have such bad weather when he started." "Bad weather " exclaimed Jack, "why, my dear fellow, you don't...