Two of the hungriest boys who had ever sat down in the restaurant were soon giving their orders and appealing to the waitress to hurry; and it took every cent of their available cash to settle the bill.
After supper they strolled around the little town for an hour or two, and then returned to the sloop for a good night’s rest.
“We ought to get some one to fix that gear for us properly before we start off,” said Jack, when they had turned in. “It’s all right as it is if we don’t strike any more bad weather, but we don’t want another time like the last.”
“We’ll find somebody to do it,” replied George, sleepily, from his bunk; and a few moments later the two young adventurers were lost in slumber.
The next thing Jack knew, he was sitting bolt upright in bed. Footsteps on the deck had awakened him.
“George!” he said.
“Eh? Eh? What’s wrong?” asked the mate, in the darkness.
Already Jack was out of his bunk.
“There’s somebody prowling about,” replied the skipper. “Listen! He’s in the cockpit now.”