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“I dropped my pipe, my chin fell upon my breast, I shivered all over. In a few moments I heard the maid calling to me, and then she ran into the room. ‘Miss Minturn wants to know, sir,’ she said, ‘if you think that shock is a sudden twist in the current which is carrying us on?’ I straightened myself up as well as I could, and in the dim light I do not think she noticed my condition. I answered that I thought it was something of that sort, and she went away.

“More likely, a twist of the Devil’s arm, I thought, as I sat there alone in my misery.

“In ten or fifteen minutes there came two shocks, not very far apart. This showed that the creature beneath us was at work in some way or another. Perhaps he had reached the opening of his den, and was shortening up his arm before he plunged down into it with us after him. I couldn’t stay any longer in that room alone. I looked for the maid, but she had put out the galley light, and had probably turned in for the night.

“I went up, and looked out on deck, but everything was horribly dark and sticky and miserable there. I noticed that my lanterns were not burning, and then I remembered that I had not filled them. But this did not trouble me. If a vessel came along and saw our lights she would probably keep away from us, and I would have been glad to have a vessel come to us, even if she ran into us. Our steamer would probably float long enough for us to get on board the other one, and almost anything would be better than being left alone in this dreadful place, at the mercy of the Water-devil.

“Before I left the deck I felt another shock. This took out of me whatever starch was left, and I shuffled below and got to my bunk, where I tumbled in and covered myself up, head and all. If there had been any man to talk to, it would have been different, but I don’t know when I ever felt more deserted than I did at that time.

“I tried to forget the awful situation in which I was; I tried to think of other things; to imagine that I was drilling with the rest of my company, with Tom Rogers on one side of me, and old Humphrey Peters on the other. You may say, perhaps, that this wasn’t exactly the way of carrying out my promise of taking care of Miss Minturn and the others. But what was there to do? When the time came to do anything, and I could see what to do, I was ready to do it; but there was no use of waking them up now and setting their minds on edge, when they were all comfortable in their beds, thinking that every jerk of the Devil’s arm was a little twist in the current that was carrying them to Calcutta or some other desirable port.

“I felt some shocks after I got into bed, but whether or not there were many in the night, I don’t know, for I went to sleep. It was daylight when I awoke, and jumping out of my bunk I dashed on deck. Everything seemed pretty much as it had been, and the fog was as thick as ever. I ran to the stern and looked over, and I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw that we were moving again, still stern foremost, but a little faster than before. That beastly Water-devil had taken a rest for the night, and had probably given us the shocks by turning over in his sleep, and now he was off again, making up for lost time.

“Pretty soon Miss Minturn came on deck, and bade me good morning, and then she went and looked over the stern. ‘We are still moving on,’ she said, with a smile, ‘and the fog doesn’t seem to make any difference. It surely cannot be long before we get somewhere.’ ‘No, miss,’ said I, ‘it cannot be very long.’ ‘You look tired,’ she said, ‘and I don’t wonder, for you must feel the heavy responsibility on you. I have told my maid to prepare breakfast for you in our cabin. I want my father to know you, and I think it is a shame that you, the only protector that we have, should be shut off so much by yourself; so after this we shall eat together.’ ‘After this,’ I groaned to myself, ‘we shall be eaten together.’ At that moment I did not feel that I wanted to breakfast with Miss Minturn.”