CHAPTER XIX.
HARRY REALIZES HIS POSITION.
For eighteen hours that long, unnatural sleep held our hero in its benumbing grasp. For eighteen hours he lay utterly unconscious of what was passing around. But at the end of that time sleep loosened its hold upon him. He opened his eyes and looked bewildered. He was almost instantly made aware that the vessel was in motion. On standing up he found himself staggering from one side of the cabin to the other, for a brisk wind had sprung up, causing considerable motion to the ship.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed Harry, in dismay, “the vessel has started. What will Mr. Fairchild say? He will think I have run away.”
He blamed himself very much for having fallen asleep, but, not yet suspecting bad faith on the captain’s part, could not understand why he had not been waked up in time to go on shore.
He hurried to the cabin door, and tried to open it, but in vain. It was securely locked.
“What can it mean?” thought our hero, in utter bewilderment.
He shook the door, and called out at the top of his voice:—
“Captain Brandon, let me out!”
There was no answer.