Twice the sailor rose and intrenched himself at the opening of the passage, so as to take a look in safety at the outside.

But there was nothing to be feared from these showers, which were not considerable, and he returned to his couch before the fireplace, where the embers glowed beneath the ashes.
Notwithstanding the fury of the hurricane, the uproar of the tempest, the thunder, and the tumult, Herbert slept profoundly.

Sleep at last took possession of Pencroft, whom a seafaring life had habituated to anything.

Gideon Spilett alone was kept awake by anxiety.

He reproached himself with not having accompanied Neb.