The question was one he could not settle till the time came,--he must leave it to the instinct of the moment.
The next morning found him early waking after a night of feverish dreams.

He dressed himself with more than usual care, and walked down to the wharf where the Swordfish was moored.

The ship had left the wharf, and was lying out in the stream: A small boat had just reached her, and a slender youth, as he appeared at that distance, climbed, not over-adroitly, up the vessel's side.
Murray Bradshaw called to a boatman near by and ordered the man to row him over as fast as he could to the vessel lying in the stream.

He had no sooner reached the deck of the Swordfish than he asked for the young person who had just been put on board.
"He is in the cabin, sir, just gone down with the captain," was the reply.
His heart beat, in spite of his cool temperament, as he went down the steps leading to the cabin.

The young person was talking earnestly with the captain, and, on his turning round, Mr.William Murray Bradshaw had the pleasure of recognizing his young friend, Mr.Cyprian Eveleth..