But he dreamed of mutiny.
His brain would not rest.
Several times he listened, but all was still, save for the regular tramp of the men on duty.
Once a strange feeling of fear came over him.
He opened his eyes cautiously and saw the coxswain of the captain's gig of the Alert standing over him, with a pistol in one hand and a big knife in the other.
Farragut knew the man was a prisoner, and, seeing him armed, was positive something was wrong.
"I shall be killed now," he thought, and closed his eyes again, lying very still.
He dare not move.
Expecting to feel the knife pierce to his heart every instant, he yet had sufficient control over himself to restrain his desire to call out.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw the man move away.