This locker was big enough to admit the body-corporate of the skipper.

It was not a particularly clean place, for a portion of it had been economized for the stowage of the charcoal, which the skipper preferred to wood.

But he did not rebel at the blackness of the retreat he had chosen, for he wore his boating dress, which was hardly stylish enough for a dude or a dandy.
But Skipper Passford did not crawl into this black hole for the fun of the thing.

He had been spending his time in waiting for a movement to be made in regard to the Bellevite.

He staid in the house all the forenoon, and, after lunch, he sailed down the river in the Florence, though with no object in doing so beyond passing the time.