"I'll come, Martin.

But it is getting late.

Don't you think, too, we'd better look alive and start as soon as we can ?" "I was waiting till we heard the Doctor snoring," I replied.

"Go and listen at the door; his room, you know, is on the other side of the landing, and you'll be able to tell in a minute whether he is asleep or not." Tom did as I requested, stealing noiselessly across the room for the purpose, returning quickly with the news that our worthy preceptor was fast in the arms of Morpheus, judging by the stentorian sound of his deep breathing.

Dr Hellyer had made a hearty dinner, in spite of our having upset his equanimity so unexpectedly.