Where he ought to have scored best, however, he was most unlucky.

She had a hammock swung between two trees, close to the boat, and there she lay, holding a novel in her hand.

From the hammock she had a fine view of the deck, and this was Gilray's chance.

As soon as he saw her comfortably settled, he pulled a long face and climbed on deck.

There he walked up and down, trying to look the image of despair.