The next moment it flashed across me that it was our boat, and I sent up such a yell across the water that made the night seem to shake in its bed.
We waited breathless for a minute, and then--oh! divinest music of the darkness!--we heard the answering bark of Montmorency.

We shouted back loud enough to wake the Seven Sleepers--I never could understand myself why it should take more noise to wake seven sleepers than one--and, after what seemed an hour, but what was really, I suppose, about five minutes, we saw the lighted boat creeping slowly over the blackness, and heard Harris's sleepy voice asking where we were.
There was an unaccountable strangeness about Harris.

It was something more than mere ordinary tiredness.

He pulled the boat against a part of the bank from which it was quite impossible for us to get into it, and immediately went to sleep.

It took us an immense amount of screaming and roaring to wake him up again and put some sense into him; but we succeeded at last, and got safely on board.
Harris had a sad expression on him, so we noticed, when we got into the boat.