When I awoke, I looked eagerly at a clock. It was past seven in the evening, and Stormy Jack had not returned!
He had been due more than an hour. The happiness I had been all day indulging in, suddenly forsook me; and a sickening sensation of loneliness came over my soul.
I sat up waiting and watching for him until a very late hour—in fact until I was driven to bed by the landlady; but Stormy did not return.
Volume One—Chapter Five.
God Help Us!
No week of my life ever seemed so long, as that night spent in waiting for the return of Stormy Jack. It was not until the sun beams were gushing through my window in the morning, that I was able to fall asleep.
By nine o’clock I was up, and out upon the streets in search of my companion and protector. My search was continued all day without success.
I did not know the name of the ship on which he had gone to work; and therefore I had no clue to his whereabouts. In fact I had such a slight clue to guide me, that my search was but little less than the pursuit of folly.