"I will keep on until seven o'clock and then bear three points to the southward.

By midnight we should be behind it." He struggled back into the outside fury.

By comparison the sturdy citadel he quitted was Paradise on the edge of an inferno.
Down in the saloon the hardier passengers were striving to subdue the ennui of an interval before they sought their cabins.

Some talked.

One hardened reprobate strummed the piano.