"Woods, Stuart - Run Before The Wind" - читать интересную книгу автора (Woods Stuart)

what. A bright beam of sunlight was shining on his face;

as he squinted into the light, it began slowly moving away from him.
God help Martindale; the little Limey bastard was turning his ship! He
sat up and reached for a robe, then was propelled to his feet and
across the cabin by a long blast on the ship's horn.

The captain burst onto the bridge, his skinny legs projecting from the
terrycloth robe.

"Let's have it, Mr. Martindale, and it better be good, it better be
bloody good."

The third officer half turned again, still not taking his eyes from the
yacht.

"Sir, I judged us to be on a collision course with a sailing vessel."
He pointed and handed the captain his binoculars.

"I ordered hard right rudder to go astern of her."

The captain squinted through the binoculars. The yacht was only half a
mile away.

"Speed?" he asked, taking the binoculars from his eyes. They were not
necessary, now.

"Still thirty knots, sir; I judged she would answer faster at speed."

"Oh, you did, did you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well you're right, Mr. Martindale, she will. She's answering.

Now we'll see if you judged that boat's course correctly. We're going
to hit her or miss her in about thirty seconds. Hit the horn again."

Martindale gave another long blast.

"He must be asleep or dead, sir."

"He'll be dead, I reckon. Nobody could sleep through that."

The second officer came onto the bridge in his pajamas and quickly
assessed the situation. Other men could be seen on deck, now, watching
the yacht as the tanker rapidly closed on her. The captain strode
quickly out onto the port wing of the bridge. Martin 3

dale followed on his heels. The wind, made mostly by the tanker's