Frank and Jack slept on the bed of the latter. It was necessary for Merry to rise early and get away, but little Jack was up ahead of him, and had breakfast ready when the hour came for him to get out of bed.
Old Joe had been sleeping. After rising and washing, Frank went over and stood beside the man.
The engineer opened his eyes and saw Merry. Instantly an ugly look overspread his face.
“You?” he grated, hoarsely.
“Yes,” nodded Frank.
“Where did you come from?”
“It must be that you do not remember what happened last night.”
“Last night?”
“Yes.”
“No. My head! Why, how strange I feel! Where am I? This is not my room. Let me get up!”