He looked down at his breast, saw the glowing cincture, and smiled.
"Yes," he said drowsily, "it's coming--to take me back to Edith! Well, I'm glad." "Throckmartin!" I cried.

"Wake up! Fight!" "Fight!" he said.

"No use; come after us!" He went to the port and sleepily drew aside the curtain.

The moon traced a broad path of light straight to the ship.

Under its rays the band around his chest gleamed brighter and brighter; shot forth little rays; seemed to writhe.
The lights went out in the cabin; evidently also throughout the ship, for I heard shoutings above.
Throckmartin still stood at the open port.