Without a sound, then, he scrambled out on deck through the number one hatch.

A windsail rigged down there swung against him accidentally, and he remembered that the light touch of the canvas on his face nearly knocked him off the hatchway ladder.
'He confessed that his knees wobbled a good deal as he stood on the foredeck looking at another sleeping crowd.

The engines having been stopped by that time, the steam was blowing off.

Its deep rumble made the whole night vibrate like a bass string.

The ship trembled to it.
'He saw here and there a head lifted off a mat, a vague form uprise in sitting posture, listen sleepily for a moment, sink down again into the billowy confusion of boxes, steam-winches, ventilators.