CHAPTER 7: A French Privateer.
Terence went off into a deep sleep as soon as he had pulled the sail over his head, but it seemed to him as if but a minute had elapsed when his companion began to stir him up with his foot.
"What is it ?" he asked.
"I am awfully sorry to wake you," Ryan shouted, "but you have had two hours of it, and I really cannot keep my eyes open any longer.
I have felt myself going off, two or three times." "You don't mean to say that I have been asleep for two hours ?" "You have, and a few minutes over.

I looked at my watch as you lay down." "All right! Give me the oar.

I say, it is blowing hard!" "I should think it is.

It seems to me it is getting up, rather than going down." "Well, we are all right so far," Terence said cheerfully, for he was now wide awake again.

"Besides, we are getting quite skilful mariners.