He would have given much to know.
The tumult grew and by and by he heard orders shouted through a trumpet.

He could stand it no longer, and, leaping down, he seized the Portuguese by the shoulder and shook him.
"Up, Miguel," he cried.

"A great storm is upon us!" The cook opened his eyes sleepily, and then sprang up, a look of alarm on his face.

While the eyes of the Portuguese were filled with fear, he also seemed to be in a daze.

It was apparent to Robert that he was a heavy sleeper, and his long black hair falling about his forehead he stared wildly.