For all that, some hours had passed when he moved his chair and looked at his watch.

It was quieter outside and the roar of the river had got distinct.

Then Thirlwell heard a blanket thrown back and glanced at the bunk.
Driscoll had turned his head and the light touched his face, which glistened with sweat.

His eyes were wide open, his lips moved as if he tried to speak, and Thirlwell thought his brain was clear, but saw next moment that Driscoll was not watching him.

He had a curious, strained look and gazed at the door, as if somebody had come in.