“Bang!” and the topmost tumbles, nearly knocking his mate off as he falls.
“Bang!” and down comes No. 2.
Charlie manifests a sense of relieved anxiety and satisfaction that of itself rewards me for the perplexing search.
But a drowsiness had been creeping over me till its influence had become almost irresistible. I felt stupid and sleep-inclined.
Almost without knowing what I did I pulled out my flask, poured “just a nip” a fair portion in the cup and drank it off. The twilight was coming on and casting its sombre shadows, avant coureurs of the black winter night that was soon to envelop the scene for a brief while, till fair Luna lit up the heavens and chased Darkness to its gloomy lair.
I have an indistinct recollection of recalling lines I have read somewhere or other:
When Life's last sun is sinking slow and sad,