"Until to-morrow!" The captain also fell asleep as soon as he had stretched himself out on the narrow ledge in his stateroom.

His sleep was all in one piece, gloomy and complete, without sudden surprises or visions.

Just as he was feeling that only a few moments had passed by, he was violently awakened as though some one had given him a shove.

In the dim light he could make out only the round glass of the port hole, tenuously blue and veiled by the humidity of the maritime dew, like a tearful eye.
Day was breaking and something extraordinary had just occurred on the boat.

Ferragut was accustomed to sleep with the lightness of a captain who needs to awaken opportunely.