"Just so; and Bitts goes to sleep."
"Not often."
"I've seen him asleep."
"The officers on duty have to keep on their feet all the time," said Perth.
"No matter if they do. Bitts leans against the foremast, and goes to sleep. He isn't used to being on watch lately."
"Well, go ahead."
"When Peaks goes below, we will draw the slide on him, and lock him into the cabin," added Little.
"Good! Go on," replied Perth, beginning to be interested. "Bitts is still on deck."
"Pass a line around him, and make him fast to the foremast while he is asleep."
"It will be apt to wake him."