But soon I saw that he was sleeping quietly, and in his slumbers the madness had died out of his face.

He looked like any other sailorman, a trifle ill-favoured of countenance, and dirty beyond the ordinary of sea-folk.
When the gaoler came with food, we all wakened up, and Gib asked very peaceably to be released.

The gaoler laughed at his predicament, and inquired the tale of it; and when he heard the truth, called for a vote as to what he should do.

I was satisfied, from the look of Muckle John, that his dangerous fit was over, so I gave my voice for release.

Gib shook himself like a great dog, and fell to his breakfast without a word.