CHAPTER LII.
JANUARY 25th .-- Last night was very misty, and for some unaccountable reason, one of the hottest that can be imagined.

The atmosphere was really so stifling, that it seemed as if it only required a spark to set it alight.

The raft was not only quite stationary, but did not even rise and fall with any motion of the waves.
During the night I tried to count how many there were now on board, but I was utterly unable to collect my ideas sufficiently to make the enumeration.

Sometimes I counted ten, sometimes twelve, and although I knew that eleven, since Jynxstrop was dead, was the correct number, I could never bring my reckoning right.

Of one thing I felt quite sure, and that was that the number would very soon be ten.