"Yes, turn in by all means."
Once more I crawled beneath the canvas. I had not heard a single cry, and I was inclined to think that Phil had been mistaken concerning a person on the wreckage he had seen.
My short nap had only made me more sleepy and it was not long before I dropped off into a sound slumber, which even the fitful motion of the raft did not disturb.
"Luke! Luke!"
It was Phil"s voice again, louder than ever before.
"Now what"s up?" I replied, not in the best of humor.
"We must be careful. We have struck----"
The cabin boy did not have time to finish the sentence for at that instant the Hasty received a terrific shock which nearly split her in two.
"Oh, Luke, what shall we do?" cried Phil, in alarm, as soon as he could catch his breath.
Before I could answer there came another shock. A moment later Phil and I were struggling in the dark waters!
CHAPTER XXII.
A TERRIBLE LOSS.
To be suddenly aroused out of a sound sleep, and immediately afterwards to find yourself struggling in deep, dark water is not an experience to be desired. The first plunge made me shiver from head to foot, and it was only by instinct that I kept my mouth shut and struck out to keep myself afloat.
I had not the slightest notion of what had happened, and in the darkness could see nothing. It was some time ere I could recover and call out to the cabin boy:
"What is it, Phil? Where are you?"
"Here I am," he cried, close beside me; and an instant later his hand touched my body.
"What happened?" I repeated.
"I don"t know," he replied. "Either something struck the boat, or else we hit a rock."
"I don"t think we are near enough to sh.o.r.e to strike a rock," I rejoined.
"Well, what was it then?"
"I don"t know, and what"s more I"m not going to try to find out just at present. Where is the raft?"
"I guess the Hasty has gone to the bottom. I can"t see her anywhere around."
"Don"t be foolish. She couldn"t sink."
"That"s so; I forgot. Well, where is she then?"
"We must find her. Can you keep on swimming?"
"For awhile. But don"t leave me!" added the cabin boy in sudden alarm.
"I won"t. We can swim together. Take it easy."
Side by side we struck out. My thoughts were busy. Suppose we were not able to find the raft? To swim any great distance would be impossible, and we could not float forever.
"It"s hard work, and no mistake," said Phil, after a few moments of silence. "I can"t go much further."
"Suppose we let ourselves drift with the current."
"That"s a good plan, for I suppose the Hasty did the same thing."
So we allowed ourselves to drift for fully ten minutes. Fortunately both of us were good swimmers, and understood the art of floating. If not, it might have gone hard with us.
"What"s that ahead?" cried the cabin boy, at length.
"Where?"
"There! To the right!"
I strained my eyes. Was it a light? Yes; not one but several, and all moving rapidly away.
"It"s a boat!" I cried. "Let us yell."
And yell we did; once, twice, and then a dozen times, in a tone that made me so hoa.r.s.e I could hardly speak afterwards.
"It"s no use," said Phil. "It"s a steamer, and they won"t pay any attention."
"I shouldn"t wonder but that it was the vessel that struck us?" I exclaimed.
"Most likely. But if they would only pick us up I wouldn"t care a straw."
After this there was another interval of silence. Then my arm struck something hard. I put out my hand, and was overjoyed to find that it was the raft.
"Here she is!" I cried. "Here"s the Hasty."
"Thank our stars!" returned Phil; "I couldn"t have held out much longer."
It did not take us long to get aboard, and completely exhausted we sank down on the flooring and panted to get our breath.
There was no more sleep for us that night, so we both sat close together, and talked of what had struck us, and what damage it had done to the raft.
"The rudder is smashed," said Phil.
"Never mind, we can make another in the morning," I returned. "It"s too dark to do anything now."