[CHAPTER XX—TO THE RESCUE]
“Aren’t you going to turn in?”
Sam asked the question as, at midnight, he came on watch. He took his position at the key, but, to his surprise, Jack did not show his usual alacrity to seek his bunk.
“I guess I’ll sit up a while,” rejoined Jack, without a trace of drowsiness.
Then he added, as Sam looked his bewilderment, “Sammy, my boy, just cast your eye over those copies of radios I got and answered while you were asleep.”
Sam obeyed, scanning the despatches and the answers to them, copied in carbon, with deep interest. When he had finished he looked up.
“I can guess the reason for your staying up now,” he said.
“Well?” asked Jack, his eyes dancing.
“You’re going along in that boat!”
“A good guess,” laughed Jack. “You don’t mind, do you, Sam?”