Sleepy ?" "Dead sleepy," said Harvey, nodding forward.
"'Mustn't sleep on watch.

Rouse up an' see ef our anchor-light's bright an' shinin'.

You're on watch now, Harve." "Pshaw! What's to hurt us?
Bright's day.

Sn-orrr! "Jest when things happen, dad says.

Fine weather's good sleepin', an' 'fore you know, mebbe, you're cut in two by a liner, an' seventeen brass-bound officers, all gen'elmen, lift their hand to it that your lights was aout an' there was a thick fog.