But they were too weary to think much, and soon felt their way into their bunks, one above the other.
An hour later the door was softly opened, and a lanthorn was thrust in, the captain following to look at each face in turn.
There was no sham this time.

Utterly worn out by the excitement of the past hours, Vince and Mike were both off--fast in the heavy, dreamless, restful slumber of sixteen--the sleep in which Nature winds up a boy's mainspring terse and tight, and makes him ready to go on, rested and fresh, for the work of another day..