Baffled by these conditions I tossed and turned for an hour, hearing Henley return to his cabin, and marking a swifter pulsation of the engines.

Finally worn out mentally, as well as physically, I fell asleep.
When I awoke the sun was shining through the glass of my porthole, and glancing forth I caught the dazzle of the water.

The vessel was motionless, apparently riding at anchor, the sea barely rippled by a gentle breeze.

Refreshed by sleep and more eager than ever to be in action, I dressed hurriedly, and stepped forth into the cabin.

The breakfast table was set for one, and the black steward was lolling lazily in a chair.