The waves were as high as before, but were no longer broken and crested with heads of foam and, at ten o'clock, they felt that they could both safely lie down till morning.
The steering oar was lashed in its position, the sail spread over the whole of the stern of the boat, every drop of water was baled out and, lying down side by side, they were soon fast asleep.

When they woke the sun was high, the wind had dropped to a gentle breeze, and the boat was rising and falling gently on the smooth rollers.
"Hurrah!" Ryan shouted, as he stood up and looked round.

"It is all over.

I vote, Terence, that we both strip and take a swim, then spread out our clothes to dry, after which we will breakfast comfortably and then get up sail." "That is a very good programme, Dicky; we will carry it out, at once." While they were eating their meal, Ryan asked: "Where do you suppose we are, Terence ?" "Beyond the fact that we are right out in the Bay of Biscay, I have not the most remote idea.

By the way the water went past us, I should say that we had been going at pretty nearly the same rate as we did when we were sailing; say, four miles an hour.