How long this entertainment lasted, Harvey could not remember, for he lay back terrified at the sight of the smoking swells.

He fancied he heard a gun and a horn and shouting.

Something bigger than the dory, but quite as lively, loomed alongside.

Several voices talked at once; he was dropped into a dark, heaving hole, where men in oilskins gave him a hot drink and took off his clothes, and he fell asleep.
When he waked he listened for the first breakfast-bell on the steamer, wondering why his stateroom had grown so small.

Turning, he looked into a narrow, triangular cave, lit by a lamp hung against a huge square beam.