"Get back!" he screamed. "Astern, astern!" He groped madly for the telegraph, pitching John, who was at the wheel, on the plating of the bridge.
I was afraid of Stein, but I was scared to death of the sand-bars of the Curva dos Dunas.
"You bloody fool!" I shouted. As I spun the wheel back I hit Stein across the face with the back of my left hand and he went reeling to his knees...
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