There was a single blanket on the hard bunk, and, lying down on it, he fell asleep.
When he awoke, day shining through the porthole threw a slender bar of light across the floor, which heaved and slanted, telling that the wind out of the north still blew strong and true.

An hour later the door was opened and a sailor brought a rude breakfast on a tin plate.

While he was eating it, and hunger made everything good, the slaver came in.
"You'll see, Peter, that I did not put you on the diet suggested by Garay," he said.

"I'm at least a kind man and you ought to thank me for all I'm doing for you." "For any kindness of yours to me I'm grateful," said Robert.

"We're apt to do unto people as they do unto us." "Quite a young philosopher, I see.