“It won’t be light for four hours anyhow,” counseled Sam; “you’d better get into your bunk.”
But Jack was so fearful of being left behind that he refused to turn in. However, after a time, as he sat in the spare chair of the wireless room, his eyelids did close in spite of all he could do to prevent them.
Sam smiled as, turning around, he saw that his chum was asleep.
It was Schultz, the old quartermaster, who aroused Jack by poking his head into the door of the wireless room.
“Ahoy, vere is dot Yack vot vants to go midt us py der Somprero Lighdt?”
Jack awakened with a start.
“Eh? What?” he demanded sleepily.
“Vell, don’t you vant to go midt us py der Somprero?” asked Schultz. “Oder dot you schleep?”
Broad awake now, Jack sprang to his feet.
“All right, Schultz, I’ll be with you in a jiffy,” he exclaimed.