At last, wearied out, he happened to find himself on the berth deck, where the watch below were slumbering.

Some hundred and fifty hammocks were on that deck.

Seeing one empty, he leaped in, thinking luck might yet some way befriend him.

Here, at last, the sultry confinement put him fast asleep.

He was wakened by a savage whiskerando of the other watch, who, seizing him by his waistband, dragged him most indecorously out, furiously denouncing him for a skulker.
Springing to his feet, Israel perceived from the crowd and tumult of the berth deck, now all alive with men leaping into their hammocks, instead of being full of sleepers quietly dosing therein, that the watches were changed.