“Hullo!” he cried when he awoke, “anything the matter?”
For he found the doctor sitting reading close to his berth.
“Matter? No, I hope not,” replied the doctor, closing his book. “Had a good rest?”
“Yes, I have been sound asleep. What made you call me so early?”
“Early, eh? What time do you suppose it is?”
Carey glanced towards the round window, which looked dim and grey, and the cabin quite gloomy.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Close upon sunrise, I suppose.”
“Close upon mid-day. Don’t you hear the rain?”
“Rain? Yes, I was wondering what it was.”
“A regular tropical downpour. No going ashore to-day.”