“You’re quite safe,” he continued. “But I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with the limited accommodation on board until we can put you ashore. I’ll give you something to drink; after that you must try all you can to get to sleep.”
“It du seem queer loike tu wake up an’ find myself here,” said the man, as he watched the preparation of the beverage. “Last I remember wur I wur sittin’ in——”
“Don’t worry about that now,” interrupted Mr. Grant. “After you’ve slept a few hours it will be interesting to hear your story. What’s your name, by the by?”
“Marner—Dick Marner,” was the not altogether unexpected reply.
CHAPTER IX
What Marner Revealed
“Light on our port bow, sir!” reported Craddock.
“How far off?” asked Mr. Grant, through the open skylight.
“Miles, sir,” replied Peter. “Another lighthouse, I fancy.”
“Good! I’ll be on deck in a minute,” rejoined the Scoutmaster.
Having reassured himself that Marner was comfortable and almost on the point of falling asleep, Mr. Grant left the cabin and entered the saloon. Here he paused and held his hand close to the swinging lamp.