“I say,” said the latter, “it seems rum, doesn’t it, for us three prisoners to go off to sleep like that without minding a bit?”
“Nature will have her own way,” said the doctor.
“Eh? Right, sir! I—well, look at that now! It’s a rum ’un.”
Bostock had suddenly awakened, and he now rose quickly and stared at Carey.
“I say, I aren’t been asleep all night, have I?”
“Yes, Bob. There, it’s all right.”
“Well, they haven’t killed and eaten us, sir; but I don’t like this. You ought to ha’ wakened me, doctor.”
“I was not awake myself, Bostock.”
“Oh! That was it, was it?” said the old sailor, shaking his head and looking very serious. “Then about work, sir; what’s the first thing? Shall I see about breakfast?”
The doctor was silent for a few moments.