CHAPTER V.
THE SAILING OF THE "PEACOCK."
"Oh, my, what a bad dream I have had!"
Such were the words which Dick uttered to himself when he came once again to the full possession of his senses.
He gazed around him curiously. He was in a plainly furnished room, lying on the top of a bed covered with a rubber blanket, so that his wet clothing might not soil the linen beneath. His coat and shoes had been removed, likewise his collar and tie, but that was all.
The shades of the two windows of the apartment were tightly drawn and a lamp on the table lit up the room but dimly, for it was now night. No one was present but the sufferer.
"Well, one thing is certain, I didn't drown, after all," he went on. Then he tried to sit up, but fell back exhausted.
He wondered where he was, and if Tom and Sam were near, and while he was wondering he fell into a light sleep which did a great deal toward restoring him to himself.
