On the promenade outside he met Sloan, the wireless operator, on his way to Captain Henshaw's cabin with a slip of paper in his hand.

Sloan winked at him broadly.
"The good news has come, sir," he grinned.

"Take a look at this!" And McTee eagerly read the typewritten slip.
_Beatrice is rallying.

Doctors have decided effusion of blood was not hemorrhage.

Opinion now very hopeful._ "Will that bring the old boy around for a while ?" asked Sloan.
"He'll slip you a twenty on the strength of that and give you a drink as well," said McTee.
They reached the cabin and entered together to find that White Henshaw lay on the couch in the corner.