His tale had bucked me up wonderfully.

Our luck had held beyond all belief, and I had a kind of hope in the business now which had been wanting before.
That afternoon, too, I got another fillip.

I came on deck for a breath of air and found it pretty cold after the heat of the engine-room.

So I called to one of the deck hands to fetch me up my cloak from the cabin--the same I had bought that first morning in the Greif village.
_'Der grune mantel_ ?' the man shouted up, and I cried, 'Yes'.

But the words seemed to echo in my ears, and long after he had given me the garment I stood staring abstractedly over the bulwarks.
His tone had awakened a chord of memory, or, to be accurate, they had given emphasis to what before had been only blurred and vague.