I dreamt of Barney." "Well, that's natural enough, Dennis.

This end of the voyage must recall the poor fellow." "I wouldn't mind if it was a kindly dream.

But I dreamed he'd an old woman's bonnet on and a handkerchief tied over it.

It haunts me." "Go back to bed," I advised.

"Perhaps you'll dream of him again looking like himself, and that will put this out of your head." Dennis took my advice, and I stood Alister's watch with him, and by and by Dennis appeared on deck again looking more at ease.
"Did you dream of him again ?" I asked.