An officer of the _Wanderer_ filled their places for the time, with Captain Helding's permission.

The officer so employed was--Lieutenant Crayford.
He approached the man at the fireside, and awakened him.
"Jump up, Bateson! It's your turn to be relieved." The relief appeared, rising from a heap of old sails at the back of the hut.

Bateson vanished, yawning, to his bed.

Lieutenant Crayford walked backward and forward briskly, trying what exercise would do toward warming his blood.
The pestle and mortar on the cask attracted his attention.

He stopped and looked up at the man in the hammock.
"I must rouse the cook," he said to himself, with a smile.