"By Jove! we've wasted an hour breakfasting--it's seven o'clock." I followed him along the passage, and we entered the little room where we had left the President.

The sentries were still there, each seated in an armchair.

They were not asleep, but looked a little drowsy.
"All right ?" said the colonel.
"Yes, Excellency," said one of them.

"He is in there in bed." He went into the inner room and began to undo the shutters, letting in the early sun.
We passed through the half-opened door and saw a peaceful figure lying in the bed, whence proceeded a gentle snore.
"Good nerve, hasn't he ?" said the colonel.
"Yes; but what a queer night-cap!" I said, for the President's head was swathed in white linen.
The colonel strode quickly up to the bed.
"Done, by hell!" he cried.

"It's Johnny Carr!" It was true; there lay Johnny.