“You laziest of lazy lads, can’t you wake? Bath’s all ready, and I can smell breakfast. Turn out. What are you talking about? There is no Maggie May here.”
It was Willie who was shaking his friend by the shoulder.
That plunge in the marble cauldron of cool sea water was glorious, and by the time he had finished towelling, Sandie felt downright hungry.
Willie had already had his plunge, and so both were soon dressed and on deck.
“Ha! good morning, lads. I declare you both look as healthy and happy as a couple of skip-jacks.”
It was the captain who spoke.
They had ten minutes walking on the weather side. She was on the port tack, the wind well a-beam. Not a deal of it, but quite enough to make that bonnie clipper barque dance and bound over the rippling water as if she really were a thing of life. The sun was already pretty high in the heavens, and every wavelet sparkled so brightly in his beams that it dazzled the eyes to gaze eastwards.
“Look there!” cried Captain D’Acre, pointing away aloft. “Ever see such a sight? Got ’em all on, eh!”
And the good captain rubbed his hands and chuckled with glee.
Certainly our heroes had never seen such a spread before.