As the carriage turned up the hill, he lifted one hand and brought it down violently.

"This time"-- he spoke aloud and through his set teeth--"this time I'm going to end it!" On the afternoon of the third day out, Alexander was sitting well to the stern, on the windward side where the chairs were few, his rugs over him and the collar of his fur-lined coat turned up about his ears.

The weather had so far been dark and raw.

For two hours he had been watching the low, dirty sky and the beating of the heavy rain upon the iron-colored sea.

There was a long, oily swell that made exercise laborious.