Aleck entered into the spirit of the rummage, as his companion called it, and their search proved interesting enough; but after finding a vast store of spirits, tobacco, and undressed Italian silks, the principal things in the cavern were ship’s stores—the flotsam and jetsam of wrecks, over which they bent till weariness supervened.
“Tired out,” said Aleck, at last.
“So am I,” was the reply, as they threw themselves side by side on the rough bed, after extinguishing all the candles they had stuck about the rock and confining themselves to a fresh one newly set up in the lanthorn.
“Shall we let it burn?” said Aleck, in deference to his comrade’s feelings.
“Oh, hang it, no!” was the reply. “It might gutter down and set us on fire.”
“Then you don’t mind being in the dark?”
“Not a bit with you here. Do you mind?”
“I feel the same as you.”
Five minutes later they were both sleeping quietly and enjoying as refreshing a slumber as ever fell to the lot of man or boy.