We stopped for a moment to reconnoitre, but Bohun told us to keep pulling; it was all right; we were going directly towards her.

In a few minutes he dropped the tiller and sank down in the bottom of the boat, where he lay coiled up like a hedgehog, oblivious to all that was passing around him.
By this time we were broad off in the bay; the lights in the town glimmered in the distance, the stars shone occasionally through the broken clouds, the wind was light, and the sea comparatively smooth.

On consultation with my shipmate, we came to the conclusion it was hardly worth while to pull the boat about in different directions on a bootless quest after the sloop.

We also rejected the idea of returning to the town.

We laid in our oars, composed ourselves as comfortably as we could beneath the thwarts, and with clear consciences resigned ourselves to sleep.
We must have slept for hours when we were awakened by an unpleasant and alarming noise.