“And so will I,” said Bart.
“And I,” said Tom.
“And I,” said Phil.
“And sure an meself will do that same too,” said Pat.
“Of course,” said Bruce; “we’d be great fools not to sleep there as long as we can.”
The wind had increased a little, but not much, and the motion of the ship was, after all, but slight.
It was rather the prospect before them than the present reality that had led to these preparations.
Two or three hours passed, and ten o’clock came. By that time the wind had increased to a fresh, strong breeze, and the sea had risen into moderate waves. The motion of the ship had grown to be a slow, regular rise and fall of about two feet. On walking to the bows, they saw that at every rise and fall the water came in through the scupper-holes and flowed over the deck.
“Well, there it comes,” said Tom; “but for my part, I persist in refusing to believe that it’ll be anything of consequence. I don’t believe it’ll get into the cabin. As to the deck here, a thorough washing’ll do it good. I was thinking to-day that it needed one.”
“O, it’ll not be much,” said Phil.