"The watch?"
"Ay! you won't go to sleep?"
"Oh, no!" said the Skipper; "I couldn't now."
"I could," said the man, grinning; "look-ye here."
He snuggled up in his corner, laid his head on his canvas bag, shut his eyes, and the next minute he snored his hat off, ready for his fellow-traveller to pick it up again, lay it on the seat, and then look out of the window as the train dawdled along, stopping at every station, a long time at a junction.
It was rapidly growing dark when they reached the harbour, the sailor sound asleep; and the Skipper had to shake him and shout in his ear:—
"Portsmouth!"
CHAPTER VII.
"Ay, ay," growled the sleepy sailor. "What's matter?"