Then he became convinced.

Another ship was coming, and this time it was no pirate craft.
He roused himself from his dreaming state and shook his head, but the vision did not depart.

The ship was coming and it was for him to receive it.

The news of it had been written too deeply upon the sensitive plate of his brain to be effaced, and, as he walked back toward the house, it seemed to grow more vivid.

He was too much excited to study that day, and he spent the time building a great heap of wood upon the beach.