So I put on my clothes--sheen enough flowed through the porthole to see by--and I took from a peg on the door the cloak in which I had been wrapped when I left the brig, and enveloped myself in it, pulling the hood over my head, and quietly stepped out. I remembered that there was a ladder at either end of the steerage, and that the deck was the more easily to be gained by the foremost ladder. A lamp burnt at one end of the steerage, and with the help of its rays I easily made my way to the foot of the steps. All was buried in deep silence. I mounted the steps and gained the foremost end of the saloon, and silently opening a door I passed out on to the quarterdeck, into the windy, moonlit, starry night. END OF THE FIRST VOLUME PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE LONDON [Illustration] Transcriber’s Notes Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in the original book; otherwise they were not changed. Simple typographical errors were corrected. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Alone on a Wide Wide Sea, Vol. I (of 3), by W. Clark Russell