"Aye! aye!"
"I shan't be able to leave the wheel, and I would rather you should sound than Cornish. I'll send the steward to rouse you."
"Very well," said he. And after waiting to hear if I had anything more to say, he entered his cabin, and in all probability was sound asleep two minutes after.
Miss Robertson stood near the table, with her hands folded and her eyes bent down.
I was about to ask her to withdraw to her cabin and get some sleep.
"Mr. Royle, you are dreadfully tired and worn out, and yet you are going on deck to remain at the wheel for two hours."
"Why will you not let me take your place?"
"Because——"
"Let the steward keep near that ladder there, so that I can call to him if I want you."