The current being southwest, against the wind, I felt quite sure I would find the _Spray_ still on the bank or near it in the morning.

Then "stradding" the cable and putting my great lantern in the rigging, I lay down, for the first time at sea alone, not to sleep, but to doze and to dream.
I had read somewhere of a fishing-schooner hooking her anchor into a whale, and being towed a long way and at great speed.

This was exactly what happened to the _Spray_--in my dream! I could not shake it off entirely when I awoke and found that it was the wind blowing and the heavy sea now running that had disturbed my short rest.

A scud was flying across the moon.

A storm was brewing; indeed, it was already stormy.