For we placed him and we faced him, and my bear Horatio chased him—
In a manner most surprising he pursued him to and fro—
And we hope we do not grieve you, but we feel that we must leave you,
For the Southern sun is rising, and we're bound—to—go."
The crew cheered and the passengers on the upper deck shouted and waved their handkerchiefs.
"Don't go!" they called. "Don't leave us!" But the friends turned their faces to the East and set out on a broad white road that led away to the sunrise.
CHAPTER VII
HORATIO'S MOONLIGHT ADVENTURE
