He found a piece of bannock and, washing this down with a mug of water, he crept into his bunk, and there, utterly miserable, waited till his master should sink into sleep.

Slowly the light faded from the room and the shadows crept longer and deeper over the floor till all was dark.

But still the boy could see the outline of the silent man, who sat without sound or motion except for the filling and emptying of his glass from time to time.
At length the shadowy figure bowed slowly toward the table and there remained.
Sick with grief and fear, the boy sprang from his bunk and sought to rouse the man from his stupor, but without avail, till at last, wearied with his ineffectual attempts and sobbing in the bitterness of his grief, he threw a blanket over the bowed form and retreated to his bunk again.

But sleep to him was impossible, for often throughout the night he was brought to his feet with horrid dreams, to be driven shivering again to his bunk with the more horrid realities of his surroundings.
At length as day began to dawn he fell into a dead, dreamless slumber, waking, when it was broad day, to find Mackenzie sitting at the table eating breakfast, and with a bottle beside him.

French was not to be seen, but Kalman could hear his heavy breathing from the inner room.