CHAPTER XXIV.
"COWARD!"
"Sandy!"
"Sandy!"
"SANDY!"
"Well, what is it?"
Sandy MacTavish sat up on the bed in the tower room to find Jack bending over him.
It was pitchy dark. So soundly had the exhausted lads slept that they had taken no account of the hours.
"Hoot mon!" exclaimed the Scotch lad, wide-awake in an instant, "it's nicht."
"Yes, it is night," rejoined Jack; "we must have slept for hours and hours."
"I hope that mon didnae call us to take that steamer."