Mole stood right behind the man.
“Come, Jack, wake up,” he said. “This is no time for snoozing. We are in a lot of trouble here.”
Jack was wide awake in an instant.
“What’s the matter?” he demanded.
“The matter is, we have run into a fog bank, and the captain don’t know which way to go.”
“Let him drop anchor and stay where he is then,” replied Jack, punching Harry, who was equally surprised at the condition of things when he awoke.
“He has already done that,” replied Mole; “but there seems to be no sign of the fog lifting. Are we to stay here forever? For my part, I’d like to be getting on.”
“Come, professor, what’s the matter with you?” laughed Jack. “Why this sudden interest in our affairs? Usually you are willing to stick to your cards and your bottle. Why not do so now?”
“Somebody has got to be on guard,” retorted Mole. “When the master sleepeth, it behooves the man to be wide awake.”
“That’s all right; we won’t go to sleep again. Return to your mutton, Mole, I’ll look after things now.”