“Bostock, wake up.”
“Heave to! D’yer hear? heave to!” came in low, muttered tones.
“Bostock, man, wake up. You’ve been asleep these ten or twelve hours.”
Still no sensible reply, and the doctor gave the man a rough shake.
“Ay, ay, sir,” he shouted. “All hands on deck! Tumble up, you lubbers; tumble up.”
“Hush!”
“Eh? The doctor! All right, sir. Why, I’ve been asleep!”
“Yes, yes, but be quiet,” whispered his companion. “I was overcome and have slept too.”
“But the youngster, sir?” whispered the old sailor, hoarsely, as he rose to his feet. “How is he, sir?”
“He has slept heavily. He does not seem any worse.”