To a sailor it was not bad weather, but Christy learned from the surgeon that his cousin was confined to his berth during all this time.

The prisoner went on deck for the time permitted each forenoon and afternoon.

He had his eyes wide open all the time, on the lookout for anything that would afford him further information in regard to the plot in the midst of which he was living.
He identified Rockton and Warton, but not the other two who had formed the group near his berth, on his first visit to the deck.

On the fourth day out, he saw one of these men talking cautiously to the second lieutenant.

Following up this clew he satisfied himself that Mr.
Galvinne was the black sheep in the officers' quarters.