“And round and round?”
“No; not going round, master.”
“But where are we?” said Nic eagerly.
“Ah, that puzzles you, do it, zir? Well, it puzzled me at first, till I asked; and then the doctor zaid we was in the cockpit, but I haven’t heard any battle-cocks crowing, and you can’t zee now, it’s zo dark. Black enough, though, for a pit.”
“Cockpit—cockpit!” said Nic. “Why, that’s on board ship.”
“To be zure.”
“But we are not on board ship?”
“Aren’t we?” said the man.
“I—I don’t understand,” cried Nic after a pause. “My head is all confused and strange. Tell me what it all means.”
Pete Burge was silent.