“He won’t come yet, my son,” said Tregelly; “but if he should think it best to give us another call, don’t you be uneasy; we’ll wake you up.”
A quarter of an hour later Dallas was fast asleep, and Abel looked up at Tregelly inquiringly.
“Is the sleep natural?” he whispered.
“Yes; why shouldn’t it be?” was the reply.
“It seems so strange, after the excitement we have been through during the last twenty-four hours.”
“Done up, my son; regular exhausted, and wants rest.”
“But I could not sleep, knowing as I do that the enemy might attack us at any time. Think of the danger.”
“I wonder you ever went to sea, then, my son,” said Tregelly, good-humouredly. “There’s always danger of the ship sinking; and yet you went to your berth, I suppose, every night, and slept soundly enough, didn’t you?”
“Of course.”
“And I’ll be bound to say you go to sleep this morning before long.”