Asoftlightsuffusedhisfaceandhiseyesglistened，asthoughsomewhereinthedeepsofhisbeinghisancestorshadquickenedandstirredwithdimmemoriesoftipsreceivedinformerlives。
\"Thankyou，sir，\"hesaid，verygratefullyandveryhumblyindeed。
Preciselyinthewaythatthedoorslidback，heslidaside，andIsteppedoutondeck。Iwasstillweakfrommyprolongedimmersion。Apuffofwindcaughtme，andIstaggeredacrossthemovingdecktoacornerofthecabin，towhichIclungforsupport。Theschooner，heeledoverfaroutfromtheperpendicular，wasbowingandplungingintothelongPacificroll。IfshewereheadingsouthwestasJohnsonhadsaid，thewind，then，Icalculated，wasblowingnearlyfromthesouth。Thefogwasgone，andinitsplacethesunsparkledcrisplyonthesurfaceofthewater。Iturnedtotheeast，whereIknewCaliforniamustlie，butcouldseenothingsavelow—lyingfog—banks——thesamefog，doubtless，thathadbroughtaboutthedisastertotheMartinezandplacedmeinmypresentsituation。Tothenorth，andnotfaraway，agroupofnakedrocksthrustabovethesea，ononeofwhichcoulddistinguishalighthouse。Inthesouthwest，andalmostinourcourse，Isawthepyramidalloomofsomevessel’ssails。
Havingcompletedmysurveyofthehorizon，Iturnedtomymoreimmediatesurroundings。MyfirstthoughtwasthatamanwhohadcomethroughacollisionandrubbedshoulderswithdeathmeritedmoreattentionthanIreceived。
Beyondasailoratthewheelwhostaredcuriouslyacrossthetopofthecabin，Iattractednonoticewhatever。