to be some light soon. Only duffers would try to get through the islands in dark as black as this.”
“What about Titty?” said Susan.
“Titty’s in camp. She’s got a tent. She’ll be all right. So are we now.”
Captain John was extremely happy. Now that the danger was over, he knew very well that they had as nearly as possible been duffers after all, racing about in the dark. And instead of being smashed on a rock here was Swallow snugly tied up to a landing stage. Where they were did not matter. Dawn would show that.
Susan said, “Roger, you’d better go to sleep.”
There was no answer. Roger was asleep already.
John came back into the boat.
“Look out you don’t wake him,” said Susan. John stepped carefully over the sleeping boy.
“There are two more blankets,” said Susan.
“I’m not going to sleep,” said John, making himself comfortable in the bottom of the boat. “You can.”
“I say, John,” whispered Susan a minute or two later.
Again there was no answer.
A few minutes after that she too was asleep.
The wind blew away the clouds and the stars shone out high over Swallow and her sleeping crew. The deep blue of the sky began to pale over the eastern hills. The islands clustered about Rio Bay became dark