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The sun was high above the Welsh hills; the _Peregrine_ had sheered her way through a hundred miles or more of fretted waters before her captain, in his hammock slung for the nonce near the men's quarters, stirred from his profound sleep -- nature's kind restorer to healthy brain and limbs -- after the ceaseless fatigue and emotions of the last thirty-six hours.
As he leaped to his feet out of the swinging canvas, the usual vigour of life coursing through every fibre of him, he fell to wondering, in half-awake fashion, at the meaning of the unwonted weight lurking in some back recess of consciousness.