'What 's that row going on ?' Patrick also called attention to the singular noise in the room.

'I fancy the time for the Celt is not dawning, but setting,' said Philip, with a sharp smile; and Patrick wore an artful look.
A corner of the room was guilty of the incessant alarum.

Captain Con gazed in that direction incredulously and with remonstrance.

'The tinkler it is!' he sighed.

'But it can't be midnight yet ?' Watches were examined.