They were the first words he had spoken for forty-eight hours.
"Nothing's happened," she said.
"I feel all funny."
Then his eyes closed and he fell asleep. He slept for a day and a night, and when he awoke he asked for food. In a fortnight he was well.
It was past midnight when Winter and I rowed back to shore and we had drunk innumerable whiskies and sodas.
"What do you think of it all?" asked Winter.
"What a question! If you mean, have I any explanation to suggest, I haven't."
"The captain believes every word of it."
"That's obvious; but you know that's not the part that interests me most, whether it's true or not, and what it all means; the part that interests me is that such things should happen to such people. I wonder what there is in that commonplace little man to arouse such a passion in that lovely creature. As I watched her, asleep there, while he was telling the story I had some fantastic idea about the power of love being able to work miracles."
"But that's not the girl," said Winter.