"It is ten o'clock," he said. "I think you had better go to bed."
"All right, sir."
Kirby led the way into the stateroom.
"I shall give you the top berth," he said. "You are younger, and can climb up there more easily than I."
"I shall be satisfied with either," said Dean.
Both went to bed and Dean was soon asleep.
Towards morning he thought it must be when he woke up. The light was burning, and peeping out from behind the curtains he saw that Kirby was standing in the stateroom with something in his hand which he was examining with evident satisfaction. Dean's heart gave a sudden bound, when he recognized this object as a beautiful gold watch of small pattern. He laid back his head on the pillow, but the slight noise attracted the attention of Kirby, who looked up to where his boy companion was lying.
"Pshaw! he's fast asleep!" he heard Kirby mutter, "but I must be cautious, as, if he saw this watch, he might suspect something."