Half an hour after, he was sleeping heavily, with the delightful sensation of being undressed and between blankets, to wake up with a start in the morning, by hearing Ram coming to the trap-door.
No, it was a noise on deck; and he sprang up and rapidly washed and dressed, to hurry up to see what was going on.
Chapter Thirty Five.
As the midshipman reached the deck, it was to find that there was a light mist on the water, and that the lieutenant was at the side with Gurr, where they were watching a boat coming in from seaward.
The cutter was back not far from her old moorings, and the great cliffs of the shore were dimly visible.
“Lobster-boat, sir,” said Gurr, as Archy came behind them.
“Never mind! I’ll overhaul her. I’m going to be suspicious of everything now. Take the boat, and—Ah, to be sure. Mr Raystoke, take the boat, and see what those fellows mean. They’re making straight for the ledge, and there is no one to buy lobsters there.”
“Ay, ay, sir!”