The breath of the rain as it entered the porthole was refreshing, and the air in the cabin became clear and cool again.

Then followed the dark, and his second night in the schooner.
A sailor brought him his supper, the slaver failing to reappear, and soon afterward he fell asleep.

He made no surmise where they were the next morning, as he had no way of gauging their speed during the night, but he was allowed to go about under guard below decks for an hour or two.

The slaver came down the ladder and gave him the greetings of the day.
"You will see, Peter," he said, "that I'm a much kinder man than Garay.
He would restrict your food, but I not only give you plenty of it, I also allow you exercise, very necessary and refreshing to youth.

I'm sorry I'll have to shut you up again soon, but in the afternoon we'll reach New York, and I must keep you away from the temptations of the great town." Robert would have given much to be allowed upon the deck and to look at the high shores, but he could not sink his pride enough to ask for the privilege, and, when the time came for him to return to his cell of a cabin he made no protest.
He felt the schooner stop late in the afternoon and he was sure that they had reached New York.