irring sleep of exhaustion,
utterly unconscious of his surroundings, unaware of the man who came in
and out watching that unchanging repose, sublimely oblivious of all
observation, sunk in a slumber so remote that it might have been the last
long rest of all.

Saltash spent the night on the velvet couch under the closed porthole,
dozing occasionally and always awakening with a jerk as the roll of the
vessel threatened to pitch him on to the floor of the cabin. It was not a
comfortable means of resting but he endured it in commendable silence
with now and then a grimace which said more than words.

And the little waif that the gods had flung to him slept in his bunk all
through the long hours as peacefully as an effigy upon a tomb.

CHAPTER V

DISCIPLINE

The storm spent itself before they reached Gibraltar, and Toby emerged
smiling from his captivity below. He still wore the brown and gold
hotel-livery as there was nothing else on board to fit him, but from
Gibraltar a small packet of notes was dispatched to Antonio by Saltash in
settlement of the loan.

"Now I've bought you--body and soul," he said to Toby, whose shining look
showed naught but satisfaction at the announcement.

The vivid colours of his injured eye had faded to a uniform dull yellow,
and he no longer wore a bandage. When they put to sea again he was no
longer an invalid. He followed Saltash wherever he went, attended
scrupulously to his comfort, and when not needed was content to sit
curled up like a dog close to him, dumb in his devotion but always ready
to serve him.

Saltash treated him with a careless generosity that veiled a good deal of
consideration. He never questioned him with regard to his past, taking
him for granted in a fashion that set Toby completely at ease. No one
else had much to do with him. Larpent ignored him, and Murray the steward
regarded him with a deep suspicion that did not make for intimacy.

And Toby was happy. Day after day his cheery whistle arose over his work
while he polished Saltash's boots and brushed his clothes, or swept and
dusted the state-cabin in which he slept. He himself had returned to his
own small den that led out of Saltash's dressing-room, but the
intervening doors were kept open by Saltash's command. They were always
within hail of each other.

They went into perfect summer weather, and for a blissful week they
voyaged through blue seas with a cloudless sky overhead. Toby's white
ski