All night the boat was tossed heavily on the waves.

Vincent dozed off at times, rousing himself occasionally and baling out the water, which came in the shape of spray and rain.

The prospect in the morning was not cheering.

Gray clouds covered the sky and seemed to come down almost on to the water, the angry sea was crested with white heads, and it seemed to Vincent wonderful that the boat should live in such a sea.
"Now, Dan, wake yourself up and get some breakfast," Vincent said, stirring up the negro with his foot.
"Oh, Lor!" Dan groaned, raising himself into a sitting position from the bottom of the boat, "dis am awful; we neber see the shore no more, massa." "Nonsense, man," Vincent said cheerily; "we are getting on capitally." "It hab been an awful night, sah." "An awful night! You lazy rascal, you slept like a pig all night, while I have been baling the boat and looking out for you.

It is your turn now, I can tell you.