Michael turned over and was beginning to doze again when Barnes woke him by the noise he made in taking the dirty dishes out of the old grate.
“How on earth can I sleep, when you’re continually fidgeting?” Michael demanded fretfully. “What’s the time?”
Barnes paid no more attention to Michael’s rest, but began more feverishly than ever to rummage among all the things in the room.
Michael could not stand his activity any longer, and dry-mouthed from an uncomfortable sleep, he sat up.
“What are you looking for?”
“Well, if you want to know, I’m looking for a watch-bracelet.”
“It’s not likely to be under the carpet,” said Michael severely.
Barnes was wrenching out the tacks to Michael’s annoyance.
“Perhaps it isn’t,” Barnes agreed. “But I’ve got to find this watch-bracelet. It’s gold. I don’t want to lose it.”