He could see Selingman distinctly, and he fancied that he was watching him closely, but the rest of the carriage had become chaos.

The sound of the locomotive was beating hard upon the drums of his ears.

His head fell back.
It was broad daylight when he awoke.

Selingman, fully dressed and looking more beaming than ever, was seated upon a ridiculously inadequate camp-stool upon the floor, smoking a cigarette.

Norgate stared at him stupidly.
"My young friend," Herr Selingman declared impressively, "if there is one thing in the world I envy you, it is that capacity for sleep.