“Are you going to turn in?” asked Danny Grin, as he rose to depart.
“Before long,” Dave nodded. “But I’ll leave things so that I can turn out fast if I hear your whistle signalling to abandon ship.”
Into Danny Grin’s eyes a mischievous look flashed, but all he said was:
“Good night, chum.”
“Good night, Danny-boy.”
After one of the most refreshing sleeps he had enjoyed since the war began, Dave turned out the next morning, on first waking, with the realization that the “Prince” was still on her way on the high seas, and that there had been no alarm.
“That sleep must have cleared up my wits,” mused Darrin, as he turned water into the stand-bowl. “I think I begin to see the object of this voyage by the seemingly crippled old ‘Prince.’”
Whether he had solved the mystery remained to be seen. At that moment the ship’s hoarse steam whistle began the first of a series of long blasts.
[CHAPTER XVII—THE HUMOROUS ADVENTURE]
“Abandon ship, eh?” thought Darrin, springing to complete his toilet.