"I have no idea of leaving the Fawn to take care of herself in such weather as this."
"Are you going to sit up all night?" asked John.
"It isn't customary, I believe, on board ship, for all hands to turn in, and let the vessel take her chance."
"There is no danger here."
"If we both go to sleep, we may wake up and find ourselves nowhere. Suppose the wind should change to the eastward; we should be fully exposed to all the fury of the storm."
"I didn't think of that. Suppose we watch by turns, then."
"Very well; I will keep the first watch, and you may turn in as soon as you please."
"What is that?" asked John as he heard three strokes of a bell.
"There is a large ship at anchor off there."
"But it isn't three o'clock yet. Her clocks must be out of order."