seven in the morning
The return boys went below to sleep in the cabin . Borckman and the boat 's crew hoisted the mainsail and put the _ Arangi _ on her course . And Skipper , under a dry blanket from below , lay down to sleep with Jerry , head on his shoulder , in the hollow of his arm . At seven in the morning , when Skipper rolled him out of the blanket and got up , Jerry celebrated the new day by chasing the wild-dog back into his hole and by drawing a snicker from the blacks on deck , when , with a growl and a flash of teeth , he made Lerumie side-step half a dozen feet and yield the deck to him . He shared breakfast with Skipper , who , instead of eating , washed down with a cup of coffee fifty grains of quinine wrapped in a cigarette paper , and who complained to the mate that he would have to get under the blankets and sweat out the fever that was attacking him . Despite his chill , and despite his teeth that were already beginning to chatter while the burning sun extracted the moisture in curling mist-wreaths from the deck planking , Van Horn cuddled Jerry in his arms and called him princeling , and prince , and a king , and a son of kings . For Van Horn had often listened to the recitals of Jerry 's pedigree by Tom Haggin , over Scotch-and-sodas , when it was too pestilentially hot to go to bed .