It was a little den, with walls of a vanished whiteness. A lamp shed an orange light. In a sort of recess two little beds were hiding. A wooden table, immovable, as if the craft had been builded around it, sat in the middle of the floor. Overhead the square hole was studded with a dozen stars. A foot-worn ladder led to the heavens. The captain produced ponderous crackers and some cold broiled ham. Then he vanished in the firmament like a fantastic comet. The freckled man sat quite contentedly like a stout squaw in a blanket. The tall man walked about the cabin and sniffed. He was angered at the crudeness of the rescue, and his shrinking clothes made him feel too large. He contemplated his unhappy state. Suddenly, he broke out. "I won't stand this, I tell you! Heavens and earth, look at the--say, what in the blazes did you want to get me in this thing for, anyhow? You're a fine old duffer, you are! Look at that ham!" The freckled man grunted. He seemed somewhat blissful. He was seated upon a bench, comfortably enwrapped in his bathing-dress. The tall man stormed about the cabin. "This is an outrage! I'll see the captain! I'll tell him what I think of--" He was interrupted by a pair of legs that appeared among the stars. The captain came down the ladder. He brought a coffee pot from the sky. The tall man bristled forward. He was going to denounce everything. The captain was intent upon the coffee pot, balancing it carefully, and leaving his unguided feet to find the steps of the ladder. But the wrath of the tall man faded. He twirled his fingers in excitement, and renewed his ecstatic whisperings to the freckled man. "It's going to break! Look, quick, look! It'll break in a minute!" He was transfixed with interest, forgetting his wrongs in staring at the perilous passage. But the captain arrived on the floor with triumphant suspenders. "Well," said he, "after yeh have eat, maybe ye'd like t'sleep some! If so, yeh can sleep on them beds." The tall man made no reply, save in a strained undertone. "It'll break in about a minute! Look, Ted, look quick!" The freckled man glanced in a little bed on which were heaped boots and oilskins. He made a courteous gesture. "My dear sir, we could not think of depriving you of your beds. No, indeed. Just a couple of blankets if you have them, and we'll sleep very comfortable on these benches." The captain protested, politely twisting his back and bobbing his head. The suspenders tugged and creaked. The tall man partially suppressed a cry, and took a step forward. The freckled man was sleepily insistent, and shortly the captain gave over his deprecatory contortions. He fetched a pink quilt with yellow dots on it to the freckled man, and a black one with red roses on it to the tall man.