"Think the savages have seen our fire, Ned?"
There was no reply.
"'Sleep, Ned?" said Jack, looking toward him.
There was still no reply.
"Poor fellow! Let him rest a bit," thought the boy; and then he began
to think of what news it would be when he got back to the yacht, to
announce that the arm was restored. The yacht brought up the thought of
sailing right away over the blue waters, gliding easily on, with the
warm sun upon his cheek and the soft breeze fanning his brows, and Jack
Meadows went on sailing away, but it was only in fancy, for he too,
utterly worn out by the morning's exertions, was fast asleep, without a
thought that danger might be near.