Paul carried the derelict below and put him in the room next to the mate's. He swathed his burns in carron oil and tied him in the bunk so that the rolling of the vessel would not turn him out. The man had become unconscious again immediately after mumbling the bit of "Eugene Aram" which Emily had called Paul to hear. Lavelle left the derelict sleeping in apparent peace, but with a heart action that was extremely weak.
"If he lives he will be a Godsend toward helping us work ship," Paul told Emily as they went aft together to the lounge.
"May be that is why it was given to us to pick him up."
Paul smiled doubtfully.
"What time is it, Emily?" he asked.
"Only quarter past three," she said, looking at the silver watch which he had given her to carry when he put her at the wheel.
"Didn't have much of a sleep, did I?"
"No, you didn't. Please lie down again."
"Will in a little while. Got to. But first I must work out this observation—see where in this world or Kingdom Come we are."
He sat down at the chart table and in a few minutes, weary though he was, finished his calculations. The result checked and confirmed his noon reckoning.