“Is Mr. Tremaine rising?” inquired Mrs. Tremaine.
“No; sleeping like a log,” replied Dixon.
“Then I’ll go in and arouse him,” declared Mrs. Tremaine. “I noticed from the stateroom port that we are running rather close to shore. We must be near the end of our present voyage.”
Mrs. Tremaine disappeared into the starboard stateroom, but presently looked out again, bewilderment expressed on her face.
“I can’t guess what’s the matter with Henry,” she confessed. “I’ve called to him, and shaken him, but he doesn’t answer me. He’s breathing so heavily that I—I’m alarmed.”
By this time Captain Tom Halstead was presentable enough to join the others. After greeting the three, he followed Mrs. Tremaine and Dixon to the starboard stateroom.
Henry Tremaine surely was breathing heavily—almost with a rattle, in fact. But Tom, pressing past the others, succeeded in making the charter-man open his eyes.
“All right,” he muttered, as though still in a daze. “I’ll get up, right away.”
“I’ll stay and help you dress,” proposed Tom, upon which the other two retreated.