“Watches aft!” said he. “We want that mattress; you can bring it along, while I lead the way with the pillows and things. Come on, Cole!”
“Where to?” I asked, standing firm.
“Where there’s no window for you to jump out of, old boy, and no clothes of mine for you to hide behind. You needn’t look so scared; it’s as dry as a bone, as cellars go. And it’s past three o’clock. And you’ve just got to come.”
CHAPTER XVIII
“Watches aft!” said he. “We want that mattress; you can bring it along, while I lead the way with the pillows and things. Come on, Cole!”
“Where to?” I asked, standing firm.
“Where there’s no window for you to jump out of, old boy, and no clothes of mine for you to hide behind. You needn’t look so scared; it’s as dry as a bone, as cellars go. And it’s past three o’clock. And you’ve just got to come.”
CHAPTER XVIII
