Then once more he looked forward to the morrow.

Oh! if it could but end in death!...

_Beati mortui qui in Domino moriuntur!_ ...
It was no good; it was cowardly to think in this fashion.

After all, God was God--He takes up the isles as a very little thing.
Percy took out his office book, found Prime and St.Sylvester, signed himself with the cross, and began to pray.

A minute later the two chaplains slipped in once more, and sat down; and all was silent, save for that throb of the screw, and the strange whispering rush of air outside.
III It was about nineteen o'clock that the ruddy English conductor looked in at the doorway, waking Percy from his doze.
"Dinner will be served in half-an-hour, gentlemen," he said (speaking Esperanto, as the rule was on international cars).