Otto, entering into the thing at once, rolled up his eyes and spread out his arms, crosswise, against the wheelhouse at his back.

Jonsen, rapidly recovering some of his temper, strode up to her. Her imitation was admirable. For a few moments he listened in silence. He wavered: should he laugh? Then what remained of his temper prevailed.

“Rachel!” he rebuked.

She continued, almost without taking breath, “Gabble-gabble, Bretheren, gabble-gabble.”

“I am not a religious man myself,” said the captain, “but I will not allow religion to be made a mock of on my ship!”

He caught hold of Rachel.

“Gabble-gabble!” she went on, slightly faster and on a higher note. “Let me alone! Gabble-gabble! Amen! Gabble.⁠ ⁠…”