The salt sea-air was a wonderful tonic to him after the nervous life of the last few months.

He found his spirits rapidly rising.

This voyage had been undertaken in obedience to a sudden but overpowering impulse.

It had come to him one night that he must know for himself how much truth there was in Da Souza's story.

He could not live with the thought that a thunderbolt was ever in the skies, that at any moment his life might lie wrecked about him.