It was Larry's watch below and he was improving the time by taking a much-needed nap. He lay on the berth in his stateroom, with the door wide open to admit the fresh air.
"Make no noise!" whispered Shamhaven. "If we are discovered the jig is up with us."
"Russell is here, yes?" came from Peterson.
"Sh-sh! Yes—over in yonder stateroom."
They closed the door leading to the companionway and then tiptoed their way to where Larry lay.
"More than likely he keeps his money belt under his pillow when he sleeps," said Shamhaven. "Wait till I find out."
He shoved his hand under the headrest with caution and presently his fingers came into contact with a strip of leather and chamois. He pulled on it gently, but it refused to budge.
"Lift his head a little," he said, and Peterson started to do as requested. But the movement, gentle as it was, caused Larry to open his eyes.
"Wha—what are you doing here?" stammered the young second mate, when, waiting for no more words, Peterson clapped a dirty hand over his mouth.
"Keep still, you! If you no keep still I hit you good, yes!"