Don't blame Mr.
Vickers--he couldn't foresee this.

Yes, I'm all right--and I slept like a top.

What's the use of worrying?
Do you know," she went on, lowering her voice and drawing nearer to him, "I believe something's going to come of all this--something that'll clear matters up once and for all." "Why ?" asked Copplestone, wonderingly.

"What makes you think that ?" "Don't know--instinct, intuitiveness, perhaps," she answered.
"Besides--I'm dead certain we're not the only people--I don't mean crew and Captain--aboard the _Pike_.

I believe there's somebody else.