No answer.
“Hanged if he isn’t asleep! How a fellow can be such a dormouse-headed animal at a time like this I don’t know.”
He ought to have known, a minute later, for he was lying upon his back, fast asleep and breathing hard, dreaming of all kinds of pleasant things, some of which had to do with being feasted after getting free.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
The next day the two lads could only think of their attempt with a shudder, for their efforts, though they did not quite grasp the narrowness of their escape from death, had resulted in a peculiar shock to their system, one effect of which was to make then disinclined to do anything more than sit and lie in the darkness watching the faint suggestion of dawn in the direction of the submerged archway. Then, too, they slept a good deal, while even on the following day they both suffered a good deal from want of energy.
Towards evening, though, Aleck roused up.
“Look here, sailor,” he said, “this will not do. We ought to be doing something.”
“What?” said the middy, sadly. “Try again to drown ourselves?”