Excuse me for disturbing you, but you have overslept yourself; indeed, I think it must be nine o'clock, so far as I can judge by the sun, for my watch is very erratic now, ever since Bickley tried to clean it." "I am sorry, my dear fellow," I said sleepily, "but do you know I thought I was in London--in fact, I could swear that I have been there." "Then," interrupted Bickley, who had followed Bastin into the hut, giving me that doubtful glance with which I was now familiar, "I wish to goodness that you had brought back an evening paper with you." A night or two later I was again suddenly awakened to feel that Oro was approaching.

He appeared like a ghost in the bright moonlight, greeted me, and said: "Tonight, Humphrey, we must make another journey.

I would visit the seat of the war." "I do not wish to go," I said feebly.
"What you wish does not matter," he replied.

"I wish that you should go, and therefore you must." "Listen, Oro," I exclaimed.

"I do not like this business; it seems dangerous to me." "There is no danger if you are obedient, Humphrey." "I think there is.