About eleven o'clock
It was too hot in our cabin last night . '' `` Of course I will , '' said I ; `` why did you not ring , and let me know that you would like fresh air ? But I shall see to it to-night . '' About eleven o'clock that night , I lay on one of the lockers of the main cabin , in a wakeful mood . Nicholas lay on the other locker , in that profound slumber which is so characteristic of healthy youth . His regular breathing was the only sound I heard , except the soft footfall of our skipper , as he slowly paced the deck . Presently I heard another step .