He seemed to be one of the essential organs of his ship, and if the _Halbrane_ had a heart it was in James West's breast that it beat.
There is but one more person to be mentioned; the ship's cook--a negro from the African coast named Endicott, thirty years of age, who had held that post for eight years.

The boatswain and he were great friends, and indulged in frequent talks.
Life on board was very regular, very simple, and its monotony was not without a certain charm.

Sailing is repose in movement, a rocking in a dream, and I did not dislike my isolation.

Of course I should have liked to find out why Captain Len Guy had changed his mind with respect to me; but how was this to be done?
To question the lieutenant would have been loss of time.

Besides, was he in possession of the secrets of his chief?
It was no part of his business to be so, and I had observed that he did not occupy himself with anything outside of it.