CHAPTER TEN.
HOW BRUFF SOUNDED THE ALARM.
It was turning-in time, and after a couple of sleepy yawns Mark went to the cabin to find that nearly everyone had retired for the night.
As soon as he had climbed upon his shelf he found that it was going to be one of those hot uncomfortable nights when pillow and sheet get ticklish and make the skin feel itchy.

The air he breathed was stifling, and for a long time he lay awake listening to the rippling of the water against the sides of the ship.

But at last he slept deeply and dreamlessly, to be awakened by a hand laid upon his shoulder.
"Mark, my lad.

Hist! don't make a noise." "What's the matter, Mr Gregory ?" "Nothing much, my lad; only that dog of yours is somewhere below howling dreadfully.

I want you to come and quiet him." "Won't he lie down when you speak, sir ?" said Mark drowsily.
"No.