With that picture in his mind he went to sleep.
They were far out of sight of land in the morning and loafing south before the trade wind, with a heavy ground swell kicking them along from behind.

Harrigan saw the _Mary Rogers_ plainly for the first time.
She was small, not more than fifteen hundred or two thousand tons, and the dingiest, sootiest of all tramp freighters.

He had little time to make observations.
In the first place all hands washed down the decks, some of the men in rubber boots, the others barefooted, with their trousers rolled up above the knees.

Harrigan was one of this number.

The cool water from the hose swished pleasantly about his toes.