When he saw Rectus and me standing there, he must have seen in our faces that something was the matter, for he instantly asked: "What is it?
A wreck ?" I told him of the fire, and said that it might not be much, but that we thought we'd better waken him.
"That's right," he said; "we'll be with you directly.

Keep perfectly cool.

Remain just where you are.

You'll see us all in five minutes," and he shut the door.
[Illustration: "'KEEP PERFECTLY COOL,' SAID MR.

CHIPPERTON."] But I did not intend to stand there.