No week of my life ever seemed so long, as that night spent in waiting
for the return of Stormy Jack. It was not until the sun beams were
gushing through my window in the morning, that I was able to fall
asleep.
By nine o'clock I was up, and out upon the streets in search of my
companion and protector. My search was continued all day without
success.
I did not know the name of the ship on which he had gone to work; and
therefore I had no clue to his whereabouts. In fact I had such a slight
clue to guide me, that my search was but little less than the pursuit of
folly.