“About ten minutes.”
“And was I also asleep as long?” asked Hathaway.
“Yes; a little longer,” returned Cobb. “Craft awoke first.”
Pausing to light a cigar, he then resumed:
“How do you feel—sick or languid?”
“Oh, as for me, not at all,” spoke up Craft. “I cannot say that I feel any ill effect from the drug.”
“Nor I,” said Hathaway, “except that I am a little dry,” with a laugh.
“Then take some of this wine,” and Cobb filled a glass for each of them. “It will brace up your nerves.”
They drank the wine, and appeared to suffer no evil effects from their enforced sleep.
“Will you not smoke, also?” asked Cobb, as he passed over a box of fine Havana cigars. Each took one, and Cobb laid the box aside.