Chester was really glad when breakfast was over that morning, and they all filed up to the sun-lit deck again.
Had Chester been a smoker, he would no doubt have taken consolation in a pipe with the majority of the men; but as it was, he withdrew as much as possible from others that he might think matters over and get to a proper footing; for truth to tell, he was in danger of falling in love again, and that, he said to himself, would never do.

He avoided even Elder Malby that morning; but to do so he had to go down to the main deck forward out to the prow.

He went to the extreme point, where from behind the closed railing he could stand as a look-out into the eastern sea.

Gently and slowly the vessel rose and fell as it plowed through the long, gleaming undulations.
"What am I coming to," said Chester half-aloud as if the sea might hear and answer him.

"Here I am running away from one heart entanglement only to go plump into another.