Capt. Horn looked at the boy in astonishment. Frank was a cool customer for his years.
Merry was securely bound, as he had already discovered. The men lifted him and flung him into a berth, where he was left to his thoughts, which might have been more pleasant.
Frank’s head had been injured in the fall, and it throbbed painfully, but he made no murmur.
The men talked a while, and then fell to playing cards. Three of them played, while the fourth remained on deck to watch.
Frank could see nothing of the captives.
The night wore on. Capt. Horn arose and looked into Frank’s face. The boy’s eyes were closed, and he was breathing steadily and regularly.
“Never saw anything like that!” exclaimed the captain. “The youngster is asleep! He is a cool one!”
The watch on deck was changed, and the men took turns in guarding Frank.
Toward morning, after going on deck, Capt. Horn announced that the wind had changed, and they could get out of the cove.
Merry still seemed to be sleeping when all the sailors went on deck to get up the anchor and make sail.