Flinging off his clothes, he threw himself into his swinging cot, and instantly sank into a sound and dreamless slumber; to be awakened again with a start, and almost instantly, as it seemed to him, by the flapping of the ship’s canvas in the wind.
Starting up into a sitting posture, he heard the voice of the chief mate on deck giving the necessary orders for tacking ship.
“Hillo!” he thought, “what is the meaning of this? Nothing wrong, I hope. No, that cannot be, or they would surely have called me. Perhaps it is a change of wind; I hope it is. Well, being awake, I may as well slip on deck and satisfy myself as to the meaning of it.”
He accordingly sprang out of his cot, and began to dress himself; the sounds on deck having meanwhile ceased, save for the monotonous tread overhead of the officer of the watch, and the occasional clank of the wheel-chains. The ship was heeling over to starboard, showing that she was on the port tack, and the rushing sound of the water along her sides seemed to indicate that she was moving pretty rapidly through it.
As he opened his state-room door to pass into the main cabin, a heavy step was heard descending the companion-ladder, and the next moment the second mate appeared at its foot, in the act of turning into his own state-room.
“Well, Mr Cross,” said the skipper, “what is the news from the deck? You have tacked ship, it seems; is there a change of wind?”
“No, sir,” answered Cross; “the wind still holds steady at about west, though it seems a little inclined to back half a point or so to the south’ard, and it’s clouded over again and gone very dark. We tacked at midnight, sir, according to your orders.”
“Midnight!” ejaculated George; “you surely do not mean to say it is midnight already, Cross?”
“About a quarter after it, sir,” answered the second mate with a smile. “You’ve slept sound, sir, I expect; and time has travelled fast with you.”
“I must have slept sound indeed,” answered the skipper; “to me it seemed that I had hardly fallen asleep when I was awakened by the flapping of the canvas. Well, I’ll not keep you from your bunk; I shall go on deck and take a look round before I turn in again. Good-night.”