“While he’s asleep?”
“Sure! Why not? Someone has to do it. But—ssh! Don’t say a word to that fellow Clarke!”
“How are you writin’ if he’s asleep?” persisted Ned curiously.
“Oh, he told me a lot himself and then there’s the papers they brought aboard—”
“And you’re makin’ a story out of that? When you weren’t near the place!”
“Mr. Bowman was!” went on Buck chafing his stiffened fingers. “And I think he saw more than Mr. Ballard did. I’m gettin’ along all right.”
“Well,” exclaimed Alan, “be sure that our guests do. We’re goin’ up considerable and if you get too busy ‘assisting’ Mr. Ballard you may kill ’em all. Watch your exhausts in the three rooms. Don’t suffocate yourself and them—”
“What time is it?” broke in Buck, his mind back on his work already.
“Ten o’clock!”
“Oh, that’s all right. I’ll be through by one or half past—maybe.”