and were steaming up the Gulf of Guayaquil under a clear sky that Tankred stepped down to Blake's sultry little cabin and wakened him from a sound sleep.
"It 's time you were gettin' your clothes on," he announced.
"Getting my clothes on?" queried Blake through the darkness.
"Yes, you can't tell what we 'll bump into, any time now!"
The wakened sleeper heard the other man moving about in the velvety black gloom.
"What 're you doing there?" was his sharp question as he heard the squeak and slam of a shutter.
"Closin' this dead-light, of course," explained Tankred. A moment later he switched on the electric globe at the bunk-head. "We 're gettin' in pretty close now and we 're goin' with our lights doused!"
He stood for a moment, staring down at the sweat-dewed white body on the bunk, heaving for breath in the closeness of the little cabin. His mind was still touched into
