“Stoop down and put your hand in it, then.”
Stan stretched out his right hand at once, and felt the rough boards, while at the same moment Wing drew one of those deep breaths which are so like snores.
The next moment Stan was sitting up feeling for his rifle.
“Here, I say, I haven’t been asleep?”
“Of course not. You said you hadn’t, and I can’t doubt the word of a gentleman.”
“Oh, how stupid!” said Stan in a hoarse whisper, as he felt his rifle, and sprang up at once. “What time is it?”
“Just struck two by the American clock in the big warehouse.”
“Then I have been asleep.”
“I think it’s very likely,” said Blunt dryly.
“Then I must have been dreaming that I came out to you on the wharf because I couldn’t sleep.”