“‘There was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sunshiny day;
When a bird called a snipe,
Flew away with his pipe,
Which vex’d the fat man of Bombay.’”
The lads sprang out of bed. “My, but it’s late,” exclaimed Paul. “The sun’s up.”
“’Tis that,” said Dan. “I weren’t knowin’ just where I were when I wakes.”
“Good morning, fellows,” called Amesbury from the bath room. “Come along one of you; I’m through.”
“Good morning!” they both called back.
“Hurrah!” shouted Paul. “Today we start for home!”