They no longer ran the risk of being carried away by some surge from the sea.
Mrs.Weldon was the first to leave the hatchway where Dick Sand, from prudent motives, had obliged them to shut themselves up during the whole duration of that long tempest.

She came to talk with the novice, whom a truly superhuman will had rendered capable of resisting so much fatigue.

Thin, pale under his sunburnt complexion, he might well be weakened by the loss of that sleep so necessary at his age.

No, his valiant nature resisted everything.

Perhaps he would pay dearly some day for that period of trial.