But this time there was an addition—“Do you hear?”
“Yes—of course,” whispered back the lad; “but I don’t know what you mean. What time’s up?”
“Why, your time. Hang it all! You take it pretty coolly, when at any moment some hundreds of savage cut-throats may be down upon us. I couldn’t have slept like that.”
“Like what?” said Stan sharply.
“In the way you have done.”
“I? I’ve not been asleep.”
“Oh, haven’t you? Why, you’re asleep now.”
“If I’d been asleep, how—Oh, what nonsense! If I was asleep, how could I have come out here to keep you company?”
“What!” cried Blunt, with a soft, chuckling laugh. “Well, you are a rum fellow! Do you know where you are?”
“Yes; standing out here on the wharf, with the river flowing softly down at our feet.”