“Indeed, but I do. You had better jump up, or it will soon be dark.”
“What a nuisance! Why, I must have slept twelve hours.”
“Oh, you think so, do you? Yes, a good deal more than that. I was getting quite alarmed about you, only your uncle said you were quite right and you were to have your sleep out.”
“I say, look here,” cried Rodd; “am I dreaming, or are you playing tricks? I am getting muddled over this. I lay down this morning, and as soon as my head was on the pillow I must have gone off fast asleep.”
“Yes, but it was yesterday morning.”
Rodd sat up quickly in his cot and screwed himself round to stare hard in his companion’s face.
“Look here,” he cried, “you are playing tricks!”
“Indeed I’m not! You’ve been sleeping for about a day and a half.”
“Well!” cried Rodd, beginning to dress hurriedly. “But never mind. I will make up for it by not going to sleep for a whole day. Look here, you know what’s been going on. Where are we? Going up farther so as to get a mooring-place?”
“We came up yesterday, miles higher up the river, and the brig’s moored close by an open part of the shore. There, make haste and finish dressing and come and look.”