Among them were two men, fat-cheeked, smoothly shaven, who were dressed in priestly garb.

There was an expressive American in the company, an Englishman and a quiet German.

Before the American could carry into effect his intention of asking Chester to join them, the latter had passed by and out beyond the stench of the tobacco smoke.
"This air, washed clean by a thousand miles of scouring waves, is good enough for me," thought he.
The wind was not blowing so hard.

The sky was nearly clear of clouds.
The moon hung full and bright above the heaving horizon.

Here was another aspect of the wonderful sea, and Chester lingered to get its full beauty.