No wonder I was sleeping brokenly.

I had slept twenty-one hours.

I listened for a while to the behaviour of the _Ghost_, to the pounding of the seas and the muffled roar of the wind on deck, and then turned over on my ride and slept peacefully until morning.
When I arose at seven I saw no sign of Maud and concluded she was in the galley preparing breakfast.

On deck I found the _Ghost_ doing splendidly under her patch of canvas.

But in the galley, though a fire was burning and water boiling, I found no Maud.
I discovered her in the steerage, by Wolf Larsen's bunk.