Then all of us, except Pete, the Chief, and our prisoner, went
below, and prepared to turn in. Jimmy Toppan stretched himself out
on a bunk and went to sleep in no time at all. Ed Mason and I
picked out places for ourselves, while Mr. Daddles made himself
comfortable with a couple of pillows under his head.

"Today," I heard him murmur, "I've lost my steamboat, been wrecked
on a desert island, been rescued, fallen overboard, rescued again,
lost my money hunting buried treasure, was deserted by the boat
that rescued me, and left stranded in Bailey's Harbor, been scared
pink by an old cow, committed burglary, scared again by a snoring
policeman, got arrested by the High Sheriff and his posse,
confined in dungeons, escaped from jail, committed abduction,
Gregory-snatching, and muffling-with-a-pillow. I wonder--"

Here his voice trailed off into a whisper.

I had expected to go to sleep as soon as I lay down, but I found
the cabin rather close and stuffy. Sprague and Ed Mason didn't
seem to mind it,--they lay still, and were evidently asleep. I
hitched about for a while, and finally decided to go up on deck.
It struck me that I could sleep better there.

So I took a pillow and went up. Gregory was sitting in the cock-
pit, contentedly smoking a clay pipe and watching the sails with
the air of an owner. Pete and the Chief were both sitting quietly
in the stern. The Chief was again at the wheel. I found some
canvas, part of a sail-cover, and stretched myself out on a seat,
with the canvas over me to keep off the dampness. In a minute or