There was a little cabin that Tugendheim took for himself, but Ranjoor Singh remained with us on deck.

He stood in the rain by the gangway, looking first at one thing, then at another.

I watched him.
Presently he went to the door of the engine-room, opened it, and looked through.

I was about to look, too, but he shut it in my face.
"It is enough that they make steam ?" said he; and I looked up at the funnel and saw steam mingled with the smoke.

In a little wheel-house on the bridge the Turkish captain sat on a shelf, wrapped in his shawl, smoking a great pipe, and his mate, who was also a Turk, sat beside him staring at the sky.