He did not feel troubled as to how they were to get back again; he had great faith in Dudu, and felt sure it would all come right.

But gradually he too began to feel very sleepy; the dip of the oars and the sound of little Jeanne's regular breathing seemed to keep time together in a curious way.

And at last the oars slipped from Hugh's hold; he lay down beside Jeanne, letting the boat drift; he was so _very_ sleepy, he could keep up no more.
But after a minute or two when, not _quite_ asleep, he lay listening to the soft breathing of the little girl, it seemed to him he heard still the gentle dip of the oars.

The more he listened, the more sure he became that it was so, and at last his curiosity grew so great that it half overcame his drowsiness.

He opened his eyes just enough to look up.
Yes, he was right, the boat was gliding steadily along, the oars were doing their work, and who do you think were the rowers?
Dudu on one side, Houpet on the other, rowing away as cleverly as if they had never done anything else in their lives, steadying themselves on one claw, rowing with the other.