“Showed them we were pretty well prepared for them,” said Poole, at last.
“Yes,” replied Fitz. “Think they’ll come again?”
“No,” said the skipper, who was standing by in the darkness. “We shall keep watch, of course, but I don’t think we shall see any more of them to-night. There, you two go below and sleep as hard as ever you can. I’ll have you roused if anything occurs.”
“Honour bright, father?”
“Yes, and extra polished too,” replied the skipper.
“Come on, then, Burnett,” whispered Poole, gripping his companion by the arm. “I don’t think that I ever felt so sleepy in my life.”