Robert Jones yawned, stretched, turned over in his narrow berth aboard the O-220, opened his eyes and sat up with an exclamation of surprise. He jumped to the floor and stuck his head out of an open port. "Lawd, niggah!" he exclaimed; "you all suah done overslep' yo'sef." For a moment he gazed up at the noonday sun shining down upon him and then, hastily dressing, hurried into his galley. "'S funny," he soliloquized; "dey ain't no one stirrin'--mus' all of overslep' demsef." He looked at the clock on the galley wall. The hour hand pointed to six. He cocked his ear and listened. "She ain't stopped," he muttered. Then he went to the door that opened from the galley through the ship's side and pushed it back. Leaning far out he looked up again at the sun. Then he shook his head. "Dey's sumpin wrong," he said. "Ah dunno whether to cook breakfas', dinner or supper." Jason Gridley, emerging from his cabin, sauntered down the narrow corridor toward the galley. "Good morning, Bob!" he said, stopping in the open doorway. "What's the chance for a bite of breakfast?" "Did you all say breakfas', suh?" inquired Robert. "Yes," replied Gridley; "just toast and coffee and a couple of eggs--anything you have handy." "Ah knew it!" exclaimed the black. "Ah knew dat ol' clock couldn't be wrong, but Mistah Sun he suah gone hay wire." Gridley grinned. "I'll drop down and have a little walk," he said. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Have you seen anything of Lord Greystoke?" "No suh, Ah ain't seen nothin' o' Massa Ta'zan sence yesterday." "I wondered," said Gridley; "he is not in his cabin." For fifteen minutes Gridley walked briskly about in the vicinity of the ship. When he returned to the mess room he found Zuppner and Dorf awaiting breakfast and greeted them with a pleasant "good morning." "I don't know whether it's good morning or good evening," said Zuppner. "We have been here twelve hours," said Dorf, "and it is just the same time that it was when we arrived. I have been on watch for the last four hours and if it hadn't been for the chronometer I could not swear that I had been on fifteen minutes or that I had not been on a week." "It certainly induces a feeling of unreality that is hard to explain," said Gridley. "Where is Greystoke?" asked Zuppner. "He is usually an early riser." "I was just asking Bob," said Gridley, "but he has not seen him." "He left the ship shortly after I came on watch," said Dorf. "I should say about three hours ago, possibly longer. I saw him cross the open country and enter the forest." "I wish he had not gone out alone," said Gridley. "He strikes me as a man who can take care of himself," said Zuppner. "I have seen some things during the last four hours," said Dorf, "that make me doubt whether any man can take care of himself alone in this world, especially one armed only with the primitive weapons that Greystoke carried with him." "You mean that he carried no firearms?" demanded Zuppner.