Murray laughed, for the bed-making consisted in taking two blankets out of a box, and then they rolled themselves up, the lamp was turned down, and, save for a few moments’ rustling sound caused by Ned fidgeting into a fresh place, all was silent, the faint whisper of the water gliding by the side of the boat hardly warranting the term sound.
“Asleep, Ned?” came after a pause.
“No, uncle.”
“Thinking?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“What about?”
“I was thinking how horrid it would be if those people came stealing on board with their krises, and killed us all.”
“Then don’t think any more such absurd rubbish, and go to sleep.”
“Yes, uncle.”
“The people out there have just as much cause to fear that we should turn pirates, and go and attack them.”