"
A touch on Joe Duncan's shoulder served to arouse him, though he was in
a deep sleep. He sat up, demanding:
"What is it? Are we torpedoed?"
"No, but we may be," was Blake's low answer. "Keep quiet and follow me.
Secor and Labenstein have both gone up on deck, I think. We'd better
follow."
"Shall we tell Charlie?" asked Joe, as he slid from his berth. Neither
he nor his chums had taken off their clothes.
"Yes, I guess we'd better get him up," Blake answered. "If you and I
have to watch these two fellows, we may need some one to send for help
in case anything happens. Come on, Macaroni," he added, leaning over
their helper and whispering in his ear. "Wake up!"
Charles was up in an instant, a bit confused at first, as one often is
when emerging from a heavy sleep, but he had his faculties with him
almost at once, and was ready for action.
"What is it?" he asked, in a whisper.
In like low tones Blake told him, and then the three boys, after making
sure by a cautious observation that neither of the suspected men was in
sight, went out into the corridor and to the deck.
It was quite dark, for all unnecessary lights were dimmed, but there was
a new moon, and the stars were bright, so that objects were fairly
clear.
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