Then he turned in once more, this time hoping for some real rest.
CHAPTER XVIII A TRICK MADE FOR TWO
Just before eight o'clock in the morning Tom Halstead rolled over luxuriously in his broad bed.
"One more catnap wouldn't feel half bad," he muttered to himself. "However, I reckon I feel about right. I've had some of the sleep that was coming to me."
Then:
"I wonder how my friend Cragthorpe is this morning? It's quite plain he hasn't found some other trick for getting out of the brig."
Tom yawned a couple of times, stretched, and finally decided that he felt like getting up.
While he was coming to this conclusion the whistle sounded in the bridge speaking tube.