Clip, who had been waiting anxiously, raised himself on his elbow and eyed them closely.
Feeling that it was now safe for him to do so, he slipped out of bed cautiously and began to feel his way toward the hiding-place of his new acquaintance.
"They're asleep," he whispered. "Now, what you want, massa?"
"It's high time they were," growled the man. "I thought they were going to sit up all night."
"So did I," returned Clip.
"Are you sure there is no whisky on board?"
"No, massa."
"I suppose you could get some for me on shore. There's a saloon only three minutes' walk from this place."
Clip was reluctant to go on shore on such an errand; but finally the offer of fifty cents for himself induced him to do so. He took a tin cup which Bob had brought with him from home, and started on his errand.
At the saloon he was asked, "Do you want this for yourself? We don't sell to boys."