Christy wiped the perspiration from his forehead, for he had evidently been working very hard all the evening.

Four bells had just struck, indicating that it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Flint's prediction in regard to the weather seemed to be in the way of fulfilment, for the Bronx had been leaping mildly on a head sea for the last hour.

But everything was going well, and the motion of the vessel was as satisfactory to the commander in rough water as it had been in a smooth sea.
"I am glad to see you, Dave," said Christy, as the steward presented himself at the door of the state room.

"I suppose from your coming to-night that you have something to tell me." "Yes, sir; I have; and I will give you the whole Gulf of Mexico if it isn't a big thing," replied Dave with his most expansive smile.