It was easily to be seen that Chester was helped in this opportunity to talk to a friend that could understand and be trusted.

They sat late that night.

The sea roared about them in the darkness.

There was a fascination about this thing of seeming life--the ship--forcing itself against wind and wave into the darkness, and bearing safely with it in light and comfort a thousand precious souls.
Chester slept fairly well, and was awake next morning at daylight.
Though the ship was pitching and rocking, he felt no indications of sea-sickness.

He gazed out of the port-hole at the racing waves.