“But, Cap'n!”

“Well, what's the row?” Slowly Dick raised his head and looked around. “Good Lord! What time is it?”

“Twelve o'clock.”

“Twelve o'clock what!”

“Midnight.”

“Midnight your gran'ma!”

“But it is. Mr. McGlory, he—”

“Just let go o' me, will you? Go over there and drip on the steps.” Dick was slowly swinging his feet around and sitting up. “You've soaked my bedding now. What's the matter with you anyhow? Been trying to swim home?”

“No, Cap'n, but Ole says we're up at—”

“See here, why haven't I been waked up?”