“I suppose you can find that cabin of yours, can’t you?” inquired Juarez.
“It’s a good many years, but I reckon I could,” Jeems replied.
“Well, I reckon you will have the chance,” said Jim, “just as soon as we land.”
“That yarn of yours was not only interesting, Jeems, but it has some practical value,” remarked Jo.
“Ahoy there, Skipper,” boomed out the old captain’s voice from the quarter deck. “It’s about time the man at the wheel was relieved.” Jim sprang to his feet, and gave his head a hard thump with his fist to wake himself up.
“Right, Captain,” he replied, “I’ve been sitting here listening to a yarn and forgetting my work. Jo, to the wheel. I’ll stand watch.”
Then he leaped up the steep steps leading to the quarter deck, closely followed by Jo, who took Pete’s place at the wheel, while that worthy went below; and the captain turned into his cabin on the quarter deck without more ado. If anyone besides Jim had been so forgetful, there would have been a vast amount of growling on his part, but Jim was a favorite.