I should at least have slept better had I lain in my bunk with no thought but that of the French coast dropping league by league astern.

Now, even Ireland seemed to have its terrors ahead.
But sleep came to my rescue, and with sleep came courage and hope.

Why should I be afraid?
What had I to hang my head at?
Was I, who had come through a reign of terror, going to mope at troubles in advance?
Sufficient unto the day should be the evil thereof! So I met Tim with a smile in the morning, and asked him to report me to Captain Keogh.
That worthy officer had quite slept off the debauch of last night, and was apparently looking forward to the next, for a bottle of rum stood on the cabin table.

He had not the slightest recollection of me, but when he heard I was his lieutenant's brother, he poured out three glasses and proposed luck all round.
"Sit down, Gallagher," said he to Tim.

"I can't ask your brother to sit, for the sake of the discipline of the ship; but I'm pleased to see him, and if he's a handy lad like you I'll make a seaman of him." "Barry's worth any dozen of the likes of me," said Tim, "when it comes to sailing.