No one could say that he didn't take interest in things now.

I think the warm weather had something to do with it.
"I tell you what it is, Gordon," said he,--he still called me Gordon, and I didn't insist on "Mr.," because I thought that, on the whole, perhaps it wouldn't do,--"I'm waking up.

I feel as if I had been asleep all my life, and was just beginning to open my eyes." A graveyard seemed a queer place to start out fresh in this way, but it wasn't long before I found that, if Rectus hadn't really wakened up, he could kick pretty hard in his sleep.
Nothing much happened on the trip down to St.Augustine, for we travelled nearly all the way by night.

Early the next morning we were lying off that old half Spanish town, wishing the tide would rise so that we could go in.

There is a bar between two islands that lie in front of the town, and you have to go over that to get into the harbor.
We were on the "Tigris," the Bahama steamer that touched at St.
Augustine on her way to Nassau, and she couldn't get over that bar until high tide.