Chapter IX
AN ADDITION TO THE CREW
BY daybreak on the following morning the gale had moderated, and, the wind being dead aft, the mainsail and mizzen had been stowed and the square sail set.
We had passed Ushant light during the night and were now well into the Bay.
When I came on deck there was nothing to be seen save an unbroken waste of water; although the waves were not so high nor so steep, they were of great distance from crest to crest, as, with unfailing regularity, they rolled into the Bay from the vast Atlantic.
After breakfast I went into my cabin to see how the rescued man was progressing. He was asleep, but while I was engaged in taking some articles from a drawer he awoke with a sudden start and sat up in his bunk.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"On board the yacht 'Fortuna.'"
"How did I get here? Ah! I remember."
"How do you feel this morning?" I inquired politely. "Is there anything you require?"