It was like a living object to him now, a friend to whom he felt like talking, to whom he could turn for proof positive of an unparalleled experience on the deep.
His eyes grew sad and gloomy as he turned toward the setting king of day.

In his imagination, the _Tempest Queen,_ with all on board, went down precisely at the point chosen by the sun for his disappearance.
Night coming! Where were they?
Upon an unknown shore, Heaven alone knowing how far from habitation, from all shelter save the tree-tops, from all means of sustenance.

Night coming! Behind them the mysterious jungle, before them the devil-brewed ocean.
A chilly perspiration broke out over him; a fear even worse than that of the night before attacked him.

How far were they from human habitation?
What manner of people dwelt in this land?
As these thoughts tumbled about in his brain, suddenly came the implacable desire for water.

It seemed days since he had tasted it.