"Night-mare nothing. Listen."
A faint sound of voices reached their ears and, a moment later, the sound of hurrying footsteps past the door of their state-room brought Jack out into the middle of the room.
"I tell you we hit something," he cried. "Don't you notice that the engines have stopped?"
"You're right about that anyhow," Bob Lakewood replied as he slid from the upper bunk to the floor. "We'd better get dressed so as to be on the safe side."
"I'll say we had," Jack agreed pulling off his pajamas. "I don't suppose it's anything—"
"All hands on deck, quick!"
The order was shouted outside their door to be repeated an instant later further down the corridor.
"That sounds ominous," Bob declared pulling on his trowsers.
"I'll say it does. We'd better make it snappy."
"Don't forget your money."