“You must be sleepy, too.”
“I’m not. I had an idea I might be up most of the night, so slept until late this afternoon. And after those sandwiches and the coffee, I feel like a million dollars. Beat it now and get a rest.”
Dorothy yawned again and stretched the glistening wet arms of her slicker above her head.
“Promise to wake me in plenty of time?”
“Cross my heart——”
“Good night, then.”
“Good night. Better turn in on the floor. We’re going to run into a sea pretty soon. Those lockers are narrow. Once we strike the Atlantic swell you’ll never be able to stay on one and sleep!”
“Thanks, partner, I’ll take your advice.” She turned and disappeared below.
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