“That you, Tommy?” he asked sleepily.
But if there was any answer he didn’t hear it, for he fell asleep again immediately. In the morning, in the act of yawning and stretching his arms over his head, he recollected the noise in the night and looked inquiringly at Tom’s bunk. But it hadn’t been slept in. Bob puzzled over this fact for a moment. Then——
“Where’s Tom?” he asked.
“How the dickens do I know?” asked Dan, sitting up in his berth.
“Didn’t he come back last night? I heard some one and I thought sure it was Tommy.”
“That was me,” said Nelson, opening his eyes. “You asked if it was Tommy and I said No. I was closing the ports. The wind and rain were just drowning me out.”
“Rain!” exclaimed Bob and Dan simultaneously. Then——
“Gee, what a storm!” muttered Dan, as he subsided after a glance through the nearest port. “I see where we stay in New London for a day or two.”
“Well,” said Bob philosophically, “it’s better to be here than tied up in some little old cove along the Sound. We can go ashore, at least.”
“That’s so,” agreed Dan. “And maybe there’ll be another show at the theater.”