“I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll tell you. We have sailed so far about a hundred and fifty miles.”
“A hundred and fifty miles!” ejaculated our hero, his breath almost taken away at the magnitude of this disaster.
“Yes, a little more than that possibly. Perhaps you’d like to have me send you back in a small boat?”
“How long have I been asleep?” asked Harry, finding the captain’s statement almost incredible.
“You went to sleep yesterday about noon, and now it’s the next morning.”
“Is this true?”
“Do you dare to question the truth of anything I say, you impudent young rascal?” said the captain, fiercely.
Harry had not got over his bewilderment. He understood how he was situated, and that his misfortune was due to the captain’s neglect to wake him up.
“Captain Brandon,” he said, calmly, “you promised to wake me up, and send me on shore. Why didn’t you do it?”