He went straight to Aldous.
"Johnny, you was asleep!" "I'm afraid I was, Mac--just for a minute." MacDonald's fingers gripped his arm.
"Jus' for a minute, Johnny--an' in that minute you lost the chance of your life!" "What do you mean ?" "I mean"-- and old Donald's voice was filled with a low, choking tremble that Aldous had never heard in it before--"I mean that it weren't no dream, Johnny! Mortimer FitzHugh was in this camp to-night!".