“I say!” called Bob, sitting up and looking at his watch in a sunbeam that came through a broken window. “I say, are you fellows going to sleep all day? It’s nearly eight o’clock, and I want some breakfast.”
“Oh, of course it’s something to eat as soon as you open your eyes!” exclaimed Jerry. “I should think you would take something to bed with you, Chunky, and put it under your pillow so you could eat in the night whenever you felt hungry.”
“That’s all right,” snapped Bob, “but I notice we don’t have to call you twice to come to your meals.”
“Is it morning?” called the professor from his cot.
“Long ago,” replied Bob, who was dressing. “I wonder if the folks that lived in this temple ever washed. I’d like to strike a bathroom about now.”
“Hark! I hear something!” exclaimed the professor.
They all listened intently.
“It’s running water,” said the naturalist, “and close by. Perhaps there’s a wash-room in this temple.”
“I’m going to see what’s behind this door,” said Bob, pointing to a portal none of them had noticed in the darkness. He pushed it open and went inside. The next instant he uttered a joyful cry:
“Come here, fellows! It’s a plunge bath!”