"What time do you go to bed?"
"Most any time. Do you feel sleepy?"
"Rather. I didn't sleep much last night."
"Well, we'll go and find a place now. How'd you like sleepin' on cotton-bales?"
"I think that would be comfortable."
"There's a pile of bales down on the pier, where the New Orleans steamers come in. Maybe we could get a chance there."
"All right. Where is it?"
"Pier 8, North River. It'll take us twenty minutes, or maybe half an hour, to go there."
"Let us go," said Ben.
He felt relieved at the idea of so comfortable a bed as a cotton-bale, and was anxious to get stowed away for the night.