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.
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