Chapter Twenty Six.
Aleck woke up wondering, for he felt as if he had had a good night’s rest and that it ought to be morning, whereas it was very dark.
This was puzzling, and what was more curious was the fact that on moving he found that he had his clothes on.
Naturally enough he moved, and turned upon his other side, to find that it was not so dark now, for he was looking at what seemed to be a beautifully blue dawn. Then someone yawned, and the lad was fully awake to his position.
“Sailor!” he said, loudly.
“Eh? My watch? My—my—I’ll—here, Aleck, that you?”
“Yes, it’s morning; rouse up. I fancy it must be late.”
“Looks to me as if it is dreadfully early. I fancied I was being roused up to go on deck. What are you doing?”
“Going to get a light.”