Then the little privateer sailed across the Thames, to be swallowed up in the gray wilderness of South-the-Water.
Dick slept till late in the evening, when Torpenhow dragged him off to bed.

His eyes were as bright as his voice was hoarse.

'Let's have another look at the picture,' he said, insistently as a child.
'You--go--to--bed,' said Torpenhow.

'You aren't at all well, though you mayn't know it.

You're as jumpy as a cat.' 'I reform to-morrow.