He who makes a good choice has a good chance.
I go down the stairs to the saloon aft.

There is not a place vacant.
The cabins are already occupied by the passengers who are afraid of the pitching and rolling.

They went to bed as soon as they came on board, and they will not get up until the boat is alongside the wharf at Uzun Ada.

The cabins being full, other travelers have installed themselves on the couches, amid a lot of little packages, and they will not move from there.
As I am going to pass the night on deck, I return up the cabin stairs.
The American is there, just finishing the repacking of his case.
"Would you believe it!" he exclaims, "that that drunken moujik actually asked me for something to drink ?" "I hope you have lost nothing, Monsieur Ephrinell ?" I reply.
"No; fortunately." "May I ask how many teeth you are importing into China in those cases ?" "Eighteen hundred thousand, without counting the wisdom teeth!" And Ephrinell began to laugh at this little joke, which he fired off on several other occasions during the voyage.

I left him and went onto the bridge between the paddle boxes.
It is a beautiful night, with the northerly wind beginning to freshen.
In the offing, long, greenish streaks are sweeping over the surface of the sea.