"Look at your compass."
"That tells me the wind is changing a little, and it's going down; but I wouldn't dare to run toward the shore in a fog and in the night."
"Why not?"
"Why? Don't you remember those breakers? Would you like to be blown through them, and not see where you were going?"
"No," said Ford. "I rather guess I wouldn't."
"Jest you let Capt'in Kinzer handle dis yer boat," almost crustily, interposed Dick Lee. "He's de on'y feller on board dat un'erstands nagivation."
"Shouldn't wonder if you're right," said Ford, good humoredly. "At all events I sha'n't interfere. But, Dab, what do you mean to do?"
"Swing a lantern at the mast-head and sail right along. You and Dick get a nap, by and by, if you can. I wont try to sleep till daylight."
"Sleep! Catch me sleeping!"
"You must, and so must Dick, when the time comes. Wont do to get all worn out together. Who'd handle the boat?"