Randall Parrish,
Wolves of the Sea — XXVIII. A New Plan of Escape
(1918)
“ I am going now to find Watkins, and you have promised to lie down and sleep.""To lie down," she corrected, "but whether to sleep, I cannot tell."I left her there, lying hidden and shapeless on the deck beneath the cover of the blanket, her head pillowed on the flags, and groped my own way forward, pausing a moment to gaze into the binnacle, and exchange a word with the man at the wheel. I found Watkins awake, seated on the forecastle steps, where I joined him, lighting my own pipe for companionship, our conversation gradually drifting toward the point I came to make. ”
