“I don’t know. I guess I did.”
“Hurt you any?”
“Hurt me? Every bone in my body is broken.”
“Will you rookies shut up and let the rest of us go to sleep, or must we come down there and thump you?” demanded a shipmate from his hammock.
“We are not rookies,” protested Sam indignantly. “We are ordinary seamen.”
“My hammock is down,” complained Dan.
“Then why don’t you use more care in putting it up? Hurry and get it in place before any of the sentries pass here. We, or rather you, will get on the report if they discover you with your hammock down.”
“I can’t put it up?”
“Why not?”
“I’m hurt.”