of sunshine had gone and only the stars shone down upon the Hasty. Phil was fast asleep, and I did not like to wake him, so much did he appear to enjoy the nap. Poor boy! for once he knew that he would not be aroused by a kick or blow!
It must have been ten o'clock when Phil did awaken. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Where am I? Oh, I remember! How good of you, Luke, to let me sleep so long!"
"It's getting pretty dark now, Phil. Are you sure you can steer?"
"I think so."
I handed him the rudder and lay down under the canvas. At first I was too restless to sleep; but after awhile tired nature could stand it no longer, and I dropped into a heavy slumber.
"Wake up, Luke, wake up!"
"What's the matter?" I exclaimed.
"I can't say, but something is wrong," he returned. At once alarmed, I tried to crawl from under the bit of canvas. When I had accomplished this feat—which was not easy, considering how the Hasty rolled and pitched—I gazed at Phil and saw that he was trembling violently.
"What is it, Phil—what scared you?" I went on.
