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TO THE LIGHTHOUSEshriek aloud; they could not endure anotherexplosion of the passion that boiled in him; butto their surprise all he said was "Ah" as if hethought to himself, But why make a fuss aboutthat? Naturally men are drowned in a storm, butit is a perfectly straightforward affair, and thedepths of the sea (he sprinkled the crumbs fromhis sandwich paper over them) are only waterafter all. Then having lighted his pipe he tookout his watch. He looked at it attentively; hemade, perhaps, some mathematical calculation.At last he said, triumphantly:

"Well done!" James had steered them like aborn sailor.

There! Cam thought, addressing herselfsilently to James. You've got it at last. For sheknew that this was what James had been wanting,and she knew that now he had got it he was sopleased that he would not look at her or at hisfather or at any one. There he sat with his handon the tiller sitting bolt upright, looking rathersulky and frowning slightly. He was so pleasedthat he was not going to let anybody take away agrain of his pleasure. His father had praisedhim. They must think that he was perfectlyindifferent. But you've got it now, Cam thought.

They had tacked, and they were sailing swiftly,buoyantly on long rocking waves which handed316