“Will you promise to wake me in an hour? You are the tired one. I’ve loafed all night.”
“I’ll wake you when I think it’s time to turn the wheel over to you. I promise you that.”
“I’ll go to bed, then.”
“Good! And, Betty, light that oil range and dry your clothes by it. Now, off with you, quick!”
It was full daylight, although the sun was not yet visible. For the first time in many hours their faces were plain to each other’s view. Both were pale with the long night’s exposure, but both were smiling.
Betty lingered in the act of closing the cabin-hatch upon herself. “You’ll be sure to wake me soon?”
“Yes.”
“What a night we’ve had!”
“Rather lively, wasn’t it? I assure, I’m glad to see you this morning.”
“I’m glad to see you. Oh, very glad!”