"We'll make you as comfortable as we can," promised Hartley.
"Now, please don't do anything of the sort," Darry protested. "Let us be mere spectators, or pupils, and have no fuss made over us. Instruct your men, if you'll be good enough, to omit salutes and to chat with us, if they have a chance, like comrades or pals. We want to see your real working ways, not a demonstration."
"All right, then," sighed Mr. Hartley, and passed the orders.
"When do you men sleep?" Dave inquired of a sailor who paused to light a pipe as he stood well up in the bow.
"When the blooming ship is hin dry-dock, sir," answered the British tar.
"Don't you have regular watches?"
"Yes, sir."
"How long are the watches?"
"Usually twenty-four hours in each day, sir."
Darry laughed, for he knew no living man could stand working twenty-four hours a day for any length of time.