He remained in the very position he took up to watch the other ship go by rolling and swinging all shadowy in the uproar of the following seas.

He stirred not; and Powell keeping near by did not dare speak to him, so enigmatical in its contemplation of the night did his figure appear to his young eyes: indistinct--and in its immobility staring into gloom, the prey of some incomprehensible grief, longing or regret.
Why is it that the stillness of a human being is often so impressive, so suggestive of evil--as if our proper fate were a ceaseless agitation?
The stillness of Captain Anthony became almost intolerable to his second officer.

Mr.Powell loitering about the skylight wanted his captain off the deck now.

"Why doesn't he go below ?" he asked himself impatiently.
He ventured a cough.
Whether the effect of the cough or not Captain Anthony spoke.

He did not move the least bit.