It seems as though some one is snoring close to my ear.
"That is some steerage passenger," I think.

"He has got under the tarpaulin between the cases, and he will not do so badly in his improvised cabin." By the light which filters down from the lower part of the binnacle, I see nothing.
I listen again.

The noise has ceased.
I look about.

There is no one on this part of the deck, for the second-class passengers are all forward.
Then I must have been dreaming, and I resume my position and try again to sleep.
This time there is no mistake.

The snoring has begun again, and I am sure it is coming from the case against which I am leaning my head.
"Goodness!" I say.