"I never felt so hungry in my life before!" Another interval of silence followed this confession.
"I'll tell 'ee what, Master Bob," observed Dick, on their comparing notes again presently, when both acknowledged to being cold and wet and miserable.

"Let us crawl into the cabin and lie down, hey?
It'll be warmer than here, sure-ly!" "So it will," cried Bob, getting up and stretching his limbs, which were stiff with cramp from sitting so long in the damp air; the fog around them appearing to get all the thicker as the time passed.

"I wonder neither of us thought of that before ?" The two then crept in under the half-deck; and, covering themselves up with the cutter's gaff-topsail, which had been placed within the cabin along with some spare canvas, dropped off into a sound slumber, forgetting their sad plight and their hunger alike, in sleep, the yacht meanwhile still floating along, down Channel, in a west-by-north direction with the ebb.
Their rest did not last long.
Bob was suddenly awakened from a dream of a wonderful banquet, which he was enjoying, by a sort of rushing gurgling sound; while the boat rocked to and fro at the same time uneasily.
Rubbing his eyes, he started up and listened for a moment.
Then, he shook Dick to arouse him.
"Hullo! Wake up!" he cried.

"The wind has sprung up again; and, I think, we're moving through the water!" "I'll soon find out," said Dick, going outside and putting his hand over the gunwale, calling out the instant afterwards, "You're right, Master Bob! We be moving, right enough.

Aye, so we be, sure-ly!" "I wonder where Portsmouth is ?" remarked Bob, as the two cogitated what was best to be done, their hopes rising with the welcome breeze; although this was only very feeble as yet, not being sufficient, indeed, to blow away the fog that still hung over the sea.
"If we only knew whereabouts we was we'd know where to steer; but we've turned about sich a lot, that I'd be puzzled to tell." "So would I," agreed Bob.