I go on duty now." There was vast comfort in this knowledge.

It relieved the youth from the last remnant of anxiety, and he lost no time in abandoning himself to slumber.

The man who was now acting as sentinel was a past master at the art, and there need be no misgiving while he was on duty.

Thus it came about that neither Jack Dudley nor Fred Greenwood opened his eyes until the sun was shining into the grove.
Each had had a refreshing night, but it cannot be said that their awakening was of the most pleasant nature.

The hunger that had been twice satisfied the day before was not to be compared to that which now got hold of them.