"What are you going to do, Fred?" the wretch inquired, at last.
"I'm going on shore--now."
"Everybody will know, if you call a boat at this hour of the night."
"Bosh! You and I are both going on shore--back to the Somerset House.
Anything very strange about that?" demanded Radwin. "We're tired out
from the day's cruise, and want to be off the water. So we're going to
the Somerset. We'll drift in, get something to eat, and then start
upstairs. You can hardly go to sleep, Rhinds, but I shall start out
again, on the sly, and go to find some handy people I know in the little
city of Colfax. So that's settled, and I'll signal for the boat now."
Jack and his comrades slept on the "Benson" that night. For one thing,
they felt so tired, after the day's long strain, that they really
lacked the desire even to go to larger, softer beds on shore. So they
awoke in the morning feeling as fresh as sea-larks should.
"There are no tests on for to-day, and nothing to be done on board,
except to clean the engines," spoke Jacob Farnum over the breakfast
table in the little cabin.
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