“You haven’t had half enough snooze, sir, but I thought I had better rouse you up,” he said.
“Sleep? We mustn’t think of any more for a couple of nights, Fillot. Now what is the next thing to be done?”
“Nothing, sir, but wait.”
“Nothing?”
“I dunno of anything, sir. Sails all right, and unless you set us to scrape the chain cable, I can’t think of a job.”
“Job? There is only one, and that is to get these two schooners safe alongside of the Nautilus. We must not lose them now.”
“Course not, sir. We won’t.”
“How are the men?”
“Well, sir, you’ve been asleep about five hours, so they aren’t had time to change much, but they’ve mended as much as they could in that little time.”
“Of course. It was a stupid question, Tom. But about the prisoners?”