If he had not been assured of his partner's last night slumbers he might have thought he knew of the attempt.

Or if he had discovered the turned-up ground in the rear of the cabin his curiosity would have demanded an explanation.
Demorest paused only for a moment, and said, "Very well, I will go." "Good! I'll rouse out Barker, but not a word to him--except that he must go." The rousing out of Barker consisted of Stacy's lifting that young gentleman bodily from his bunk and standing him upright in the open doorway.

But Barker was accustomed to this Spartan process, and after a moment's balancing with closed lids like an unwrapped mummy, he sat down in the doorway and began to dress.

He at first demurred to their departure except all together--it was so unfraternal; but eventually he allowed himself to be persuaded out of it and into his clothes.

For Barker had also had HIS visions in the night, one of which was that they should build a beautiful villa on the site of the old cabin and solemnly agree to come every year and pass a week in it together.