We questioned Harris on the subject in the morning, and he said, "What swans ?" and seemed to think that George and I had been dreaming.
Oh, how delightful it was to be safe in the boat, after our trials and fears! We ate a hearty supper, George and I, and we should have had some toddy after it, if we could have found the whisky, but we could not.

We examined Harris as to what he had done with it; but he did not seem to know what we meant by "whisky," or what we were talking about at all.
Montmorency looked as if he knew something, but said nothing.
I slept well that night, and should have slept better if it had not been for Harris.

I have a vague recollection of having been woke up at least a dozen times during the night by Harris wandering about the boat with the lantern, looking for his clothes.

He seemed to be worrying about his clothes all night.
Twice he routed up George and myself to see if we were lying on his trousers.

George got quite wild the second time.
"What the thunder do you want your trousers for, in the middle of the night ?" he asked indignantly.