YING in his little bunk, which was an upper one, Will Raymond did not go to sleep.
He saw the men drop off one by one, from their card playing, he watched the last one up draw on the ropes, to raise the skylights and let in more air, and, as he came to the one near him, he feared he was going to see if he was asleep, so he closed his eyes and breathed hard.
But the man drew on the rope, that raised the skylight, some ten feet above Will's head, and then putting out the lamp he went to bed.
Still gazing upward Will saw the stars fade from view, and the skylights rattled, showing that the clouds had obscured the sky and a wind was springing up.
Until all seemed to be asleep, Will lay quiet as a mouse; then he bent over the edge of his bunk and looked about him.
Raising himself then to a kneeling posture, he saw that the ladder, before referred to as going up to a skylight, was right by the foot of his berth.
Softly he arose, grasped one of the rounds and drew himself up.
Without the slightest sound he ascended the ladder, crept up through the skylight and found himself upon the peak of the high roof.
Standing up he glanced about him, and his eye fell upon nothing but roofs.