Surely the rain had not yet ceased! His high color had already fled except for a spot on either cheek-bone that lent a brightness to his eyes.

He glanced around the cabin.

It looked familiar and yet strange.

Rather, it looked strange BECAUSE still familiar, and therefore incongruous with the new atmosphere that surrounded it--discordant with the echo of their last meeting, and painfully accenting the change.

There were the four "bunks," or sleeping berths, of his companions, each still bearing some traces of the individuality of its late occupant with a dumb loyalty that seemed to make their light-hearted defection monstrous.