But, lying with hot head, parched lips, and enfeebled body, he was as one possessed--he could move nor hand nor foot.
The place where he lay was but dimly lighted.

The ingenuity of Pine had constructed a canvas blind over the port, to prevent the sun striking into the cabin, and this blind absorbed much of the light.

He could but just see the deck above his head, and distinguish the outlines of three other berths, apparently similar to his own.

The only sounds that broke the silence were the gurgling of the water below him, and the Tap tap, Tap tap, of Pine's hammers at work upon the new partition.

By and by the noise of these hammers ceased, and then the sick man could hear gasps, and moans, and mutterings--the signs that his companions yet lived.
All at once a voice called out, "Of course his bills are worth four hundred pounds; but, my good sir, four hundred pounds to a man in my position is not worth the getting.