But it was risky! Every time I went to sleep last night I began dreaming that the boat was sinking from under me, and then I started up, fancying I must have cried out." "I got dreaming about it all, too," said Mike, with a shudder.

"It was very horrible!" They sat thinking for some time, and then Vince tried to rouse himself.
"Come on," he said.
"No; I want to sit still." "But you might walk half-way home with me." "No," said Mike; "I feel too tired and dull to stir.

Besides, if I come half-way with you, I shall have as far to walk back as you have to go.
That's doing as much as you do.

I'll come with you as far as the corner." "Come on, then," said Vince; and they started, after groaning as they rose.

"I feel stiff all over," sighed Vince, "and as if my head wouldn't go." They parted at the corner, with the understanding that they were to meet as usual after dinner, and at the appointed time Vince came along the roadside to where Mike lay stretched upon the soft turf.
But there was not the slightest disposition shown for any fresh adventure, and the only idea which found favour with both was that they should stroll as far as the cliff known to them as Brown Corner, and sit down to go over the seascape with their eyes, and try and make out their course on the previous afternoon.
Half an hour later they had reached the edge of the cliff, sat down with their legs dangling over the side, and searched the sea for the rocks they had threaded and for signs of the swift current.
But at the end of some minutes Vince only uttered a grunt and threw himself backward, to lie with his hands under his head.
"I can't make anything of it, Ladle," he said impatiently; "and I'm not going to bother.