His thoughts were, however, busied with something else, and he next asked--"Where's our pilot ?" "Valdemar Svensen, sir?
He went down to his bunk as soon as we anchored, for a snooze, he said." "All right.

If he comes on deck before I do, just tell him not to go ashore for anything till I see him.

I want to speak to him after breakfast." "Ay, ay, sir." Whereupon Sir Philip descended to his private cabin.

He drew the blind at the port-hole to shut out the dazzling sunlight, for it was nearly three o'clock in the morning, and quickly undressing, he flung himself into his berth with a slight, not altogether unpleasant, feeling of exhaustion.

To the last, as his eyes closed drowsily, he seemed to hear the slow drip, drip of the water behind the rocky cavern, and the desolate cry of the incomprehensible Sigurd, while through these sounds that mingled with the gurgle of little waves lapping against the sides of the _Eulalie_, the name of "Thelma" murmured itself in his ears till slumber drowned his senses in oblivion..