John is possessed of patience to a reasonable extent, but he would like to see what this paper contains.
"Professor, you seem to have about everything; can you drum up a cigar and a match ?" "Both, luckily." "Ah! thanks," accepting them eagerly.
"It may be dangerous to light up here," says Philander, cautiously, but the other is deaf to any advice of this sort.
There is a rustling of paper, then the match is struck, and Doctor Chicago is discovered bending low in order to keep it from the wind.

His cigar is speedily lighted, and his eyes turned upon the paper which Philander has given him--Philander, who hovers over him now in eager distress, anxious to hear John's opinion, and yet fearful lest the rash act may bring danger upon them.
John's lips part to utter an exclamation of mingled amazement and delight, when from a point close to their shoulders an outcry proceeds; the burning match has betrayed them..