Lone men on desert islands were likely to go insane, and it was a momentary thought of the officer that he was dealing with some such unhappy creature, but Robert's sentences were too crisp, and his figure too erect and trim for the thought to endure more than a few seconds.
"It's raining heavily," he said, "and Captain Whyte will be glad to be a guest at your home later.

I'll admit that for a moment I doubted the existence of your house, but I don't now.

Are you willing to go on board the _Hawk_ with us and meet Captain Whyte ?" "Gladly," replied Robert, who felt that his dramatic moment was being prolonged.

"The storm is dying now.

Having done its worst against you, and, having failed, it seems willing to pass away." "But we don't forget that you saved us," said the officer.