I went below, and involuntarily made my way to Boyd Madras's cabin.
Though the night was not hot, the door was drawn to.

I tapped.

His voice at once asked who was there, and when I told him, and inquired how he was, he said he was not ill, and asked me to come to his cabin in the morning, if I would.

I promised, and bade him good-night.

He responded, and then, as I turned away from the door, I heard him repeat the good-night cordially and calmly..