Breitmann would certainly recognize him.
But to have forgotten the girl! To have permitted a course of events to discover her! Shameful! He jumped into bed, and pulled the coverlet close to his nose, and was soon asleep, sleep broken by fantastic dreams, in which the past and present mixed with the improbable chances of the future.
Thump-thump, thump-thump! To Fitzgerald's fogged hearing, it was like the pulse beating in the bowels of a ship, only that it stopped and began at odd intervals, intermittently.

At the fourth recurrence, he sat up, to find that it was early morning, and that the sea lay; gray and leaden, under the pearly haze of dawn.

Thump-thump! He rubbed his eyes, and laughed.

It could be no less a person than the old sailor in the summer-yachting toggery.

Drat 'em! These sailors were always trying to beat sun-up.