“That’s the talk!” nodded Hodge. “I am with you.”
“Don’t forget me,” interjected the sailor.
“You!” exclaimed Frank sharply. “How can we depend on a fellow who sleeps at his post when on guard?”
“It’s ever thus my little failings have counted against me!” sighed Wiley. “Those things have caused me to be vastly misunderstood. Well, it can’t be helped. If I am not permitted to take my turn of standing guard to-night, I must suffer and sleep in silence.”
Having said this in an injured and doleful manner, he retreated to the tent and flung himself on the ground.
Frank and Bart sat down near the tent, and listened and waited a long time, thinking it possible they might hear that voice once more. The silence remained undisturbed, however, save for the gurgle of the little brook which ran near at hand.
CHAPTER V—WILEY’S DISAPPEARANCE.
CHAPTER V.
WILEY’S DISAPPEARANCE.