A bird twittered on the roof.
The air was chill; he drew his blanket around him.

Then he closed his eyes, he fancied only for a moment, but when he opened them the door was standing open in the strong daylight.

He sprang to his feet, but the next moment he saw it was only Stacy who had passed out, and was returning fully dressed, bringing water from the spring to fill the kettle.

But Stacy's face was so grave that, recalling his disturbed sleep, Demorest laughingly inquired if he had been haunted by the treasure.

But to his surprise Stacy put down the kettle, and, with a hurried glance at the still sleeping Barker, said in a low voice:-- "I want you to do something for me without asking why.