“Then wake up.”
“Well, I’m woke up. What is it? Who’s dowsed the lantern?”
“I d’know. Here’s Mr Dale wants you to tell him where we are.”
“Mr Dale?”
“Yes; I said so, didn’t I, stoopid?”
“Course you did, matey, but what’s he doing here?”
“That’s what he wants you to tell him, only he wants to know first where here is.”
There was the sound of some one feeling about, and I fancied I could hear some one else breathing, but I was not sure, and I listened patiently for what Neb Dumlow was going to say. But Bob Hampton was the first to speak, and he said in a gruff whisper—
“He’s a awful thick-headed chap, sir, but I think he’ll hit it off for us directly.”
“Messmate!” came from a little way off.