“Oh! I’m worse,” said Mike. “I feel just as if I were going to be ill. Haven’t caught horrible colds through kneeling in the water so long, have we?”
“Oh no; it’s only being tired out from what we did. I say, feel disposed to have another try to find the way in?”
“No,” said Mike shortly: “I wouldn’t go through what we did yesterday for all the smugglers’ caves in the world.”
“Well, I don’t think I would!” said Vince thoughtfully. “I’m sure I wouldn’t. I don’t want all the smugglers’ caves in the world. But it was risky! Every time I went to sleep last night I began dreaming that the boat was sinking from under me, and then I started up, fancying I must have cried out.”
“I got dreaming about it all, too,” said Mike, with a shudder. “It was very horrible!”
They sat thinking for some time, and then Vince tried to rouse himself.
“Come on,” he said.
“No; I want to sit still.”
“But you might walk half-way home with me.”
“No,” said Mike; “I feel too tired and dull to stir. Besides, if I come half-way with you, I shall have as far to walk back as you have to go. That’s doing as much as you do. I’ll come with you as far as the corner.”