"Have I slept so much, then?"
"Pal, you've done little else since you came aboard, seemingly. All yesterday, as I do know, you slept and never stirred nor took so much as bite or sup—and I know because while we was a' turning out the hold a-seekin' and a-searchin' I come and took a look at ye every now and then, and here's you a-lyin' like a dead man but for your snoring."
"Here's strange thing, and mighty strange! For until I came aboard I was ever a wondrous light sleeper, Godby."
"Why, 'tis the stench o' this place—faugh! Come aloft and take a mouthful o' good, sweet air, pal."
"You say you sought these men everywhere—even down here in the hold?"
"Aye, alow and aloft, every bulkhead and timber from trucks to keelson!"
"And all this time I was asleep, Godby?"
"Aye—like a log, Mart'n."
"And breathing heavily?"
"Aye, ye did so, pal, groaning ye might call it—aye, fit to chill a man's good blood!"