Clouds of grain dust rose above the deck.
No one noticed me at first,but at last someone took me to the bridge.Martin Bledsoe was standing with Captain Bemis, looking down towards the deck.'Hello,Miss Warshawski.'They turned towards me.
Bledsoe's hand was wrapped in bandages,and I asked how it was.He told me that it was beginning to feel better.
I have a couple of questions for you, Mr Bledsoe,if you have the time.