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"Bravo!" cried the man, "and good luck go with you!"
“好！”男人叫，“祝你好運！”
And so saying, he let go of the Wasp's prow.
他說著，離開了黃蜂號的船頭那里。
A puff of air bellied out the schooner's headsails and she paid off and filled away on the port tack,
斯圖亞特緊了緊索栓上的轉帆索，然后就旋轉著舵輪，
heeling gracefully over to the breeze while Stuart twirled her wheel and braced himself against a deck cleat.
整帆向風，讓船頭噴著汽作“Z”形前進，船尾則優雅地在微風里擺動。
"By the by," yelled the man, "you haven't told me your name."
“順便說一句，”男人喊：“你還沒告訴我你的名字呢。”
"Name is Stuart Little," called Stuart at the top of his lungs.
“我叫斯圖亞特.利特爾，”斯圖亞特盡可能大聲地喊。
I'm the second son of Frederick C. Little, of this city.
我是這個城里的弗里德里克C.利特爾先生的第二個兒子。
"Bon voyage, Stuart," hollered his friend, "take care of yourself and bring the Wasp home safe."
“杰出的航海家，斯圖亞特，”他的朋友喊，“你要小心，把黃蜂號安全地帶回來。”
"That I will," shouted Stuart.
“那正是我要做的，”斯圖亞特喊。
And he was so proud and happy, he let go of the wheel for a second and did a little dance on the sloping deck, never noticing how narrowly he escaped hitting a tramp steamer that was drifting in his path, with her engines disabled and her decks awash.
他是這么驕傲和幸福，以至于在轉動舵輪后的一秒種里在傾斜的甲板上跳起舞來，沒有注意到船上的過道是多么狹窄，浪是多么的大，都把甲板打濕了。
