"What then ?" He shrugged his shoulders and sighed lightly, almost with relief, as though for him the prospect held no terror.
"Then it's 'Good-night, nurse,'" he said.

"And I won't be a bother to anybody any more." I told him his nerves were talking, and talking rot, and I gave him the sleeping-draft and sent him to bed.
It was not until after luncheon the next day when he made his first appearance on deck that I again saw my patient.

He was once more a healthy picture of a young Englishman of leisure; keen, smart, and fit; ready for any exercise or sport.

The particular sport at which he was so expert I asked him to avoid.
"Can't be done!" he assured me.

"I'm the loser, and we dock to-morrow morning.