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"Sir?"

"Nothing" said Buckland, the inflection in his voice revealing the indecision under which he laboured.

"Pardon, sir, but I should take some rest if I were you" said Hornblower, standing at the head of the companionway. "You've had a tiring night."

Bush was in agreement with Hornblower; not that he cared at all whether Buckland had had a tiring night or not, but because if Buckland were to retire to his cabin there would be no chance of his betraying himself--and his associates--by an unguarded speech. Then it dawned upon Bush that this was just what Hornblower had in mind. And at the same time he was aware of regret at Hornblower's leaving them, and knew that Buckland felt the same regret. Hornblower was level-headed, thinking fast whatever danger menaced him. It was his example which had given a natural appearance to the behaviour of all of them since the alarm down below. Perhaps Hornblower had a secret unshared with them; perhaps he knew more than they did about how the captain came to fall down the hold--Bush was puzzled and anxious about that--but if such was the case Hornblower had given no sign of it.