Jack slept, uneasily, until towards the middle of the afternoon. As soon
as Eph found him awake, that young man brought the captain a plate of
toast and a bowl of broth, both prepared at the little galley stove.
"Sit up and get away with these," urged Eph, placing the tray on the cabin
table. "Wait a minute. I'll prop you up and put a pillow at your back."
"This boat isn't a bad place for a fellow when he's knocked out," smiled
Jack.
"Any place ought to be good, where your friends are," came, curtly, from
young Somers.
As Captain Jack ate the warm food he felt his strength coming back to him.
"Poor old Hal has been up there in the conning tower all these hours,"
muttered Captain Jack, uneasily. "He must have that cramped feeling in his
hands."
"Humph!" retorted Eph. "Not so you could notice it much, I guess. It's a
simpleton's job up in the conning tower to-day. All he has to do is to
shift the wheel a little to port, or to starboard, just so as to keep the
proper interval from the 'Dad' boat. Besides, I've been up there on
relief, for an hour while you slept, and Hal came down and sat with the
engines. Cheer up, Jack.
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