“Go and get it; never mind milk or sugar. If we drink it plain it will help to keep our eyes open.”
“Not much chance of their closing very soon after that sight,” Roy replied mournfully as he carefully made his way below once more.
CHAPTER XVII.
IN PORT.
Vance continued to sleep as soundly as if he had been at home, and Ned said enviously when Roy brought the coffee:
“I wish you an’ I were as well off as he. Until he wakes up it won’t make any difference to him whether the wind blows a gale or fines down into a calm.”
“Would you waken him for the coffee?”
“Not a bit of it; let the poor fellow sleep while he can. I only wish we could join him.”
Wishing never did mend matters however, and Ned soon ceased such a very unprofitable occupation.
The hot coffee was really refreshing, and after drinking two cups each, the boys felt almost as if they had been taking a rest.
“It seems to me as if the wind was decreasing,” Ned said after a time, and Roy replied: