Let me be called at three.

Good night!" "Goodnight, Captain!" replied Brownson, who spent the next two hours pacing backward and forward on the quarter deck, watching the hauling in of the sounding line, and occasionally casting a glance towards all quarters of the sky.
It was a glorious night.

The innumerable stars glittered with the brilliancy of the purest gems.

The ship, hove to in order to take the soundings, swung gently on the faintly heaving ocean breast.

You felt you were in a tropical clime, for, though no breath fanned your cheek, your senses easily detected the delicious odor of a distant garden of sweet roses.