Watkins came aft to the wheel, and I sent the fellow thus relieved down into the cabin to rout out LeVere.

The two returned to deck together, the negro glancing about curiously without mounting the ladder.
"You call Senor Estada yet ?" he questioned.
"No; I had no orders to do so." "He tol' me call him at daylight.

Here you, Amada; go wake up the Senor." The seaman disappeared grumbling, while LeVere crossed the poop deck, and stood beside me looking out across the expanse of sea.
"No sail--hey?
We hav' bad luck--too far north." "And west; we are out of the sea lanes; but if it keeps bright I'll take an observation at noon." Amada emerged from the companion, and stared up at us, shading his mouth with one hand as he spoke.
"He answer nothing, Senor LeVere." "You rapped on the door ?" "Si, Senor; I strike with my fist, and my boot, but he never wake up." "Was the door locked ?" "I know not, Senor; I not try open it." LeVere gave utterance to an oath.
"The pig-headed swine," he said fiercely.

"I suppose I'll have to go myself." Our eyes met, and something seemed to bid me accompany him.
"We'll go down together, Senor," I said quietly.

"Estada must be sick; I could hear the rumpus Amada kicked up even on deck here.