"Have you slept?" he asked.
"Too well," she answered. "I screamed because Sailor broke in upon a nightmare and fitted it."
"Will you be able to hold the wheel?"
"I'll try. What is the time?"
"After midnight—nearly one bell," he answered.
She stood at the wheel, and her firm grasp was full of promise of control.
"Is that the course?" she inquired, looking into the compass.
"Yes, and keep her to it as best you can by the starshine whilst I trim the lamp."
"What is our pace, dear?"