CURIOUS PROCEEDINGS.
In the twilight of the underground apartment, the figures of each were dimly discernible, but there was abundance of room for all to circulate without interfering with each other. Ned conducted the girl to the furthest extremity of the cavern, where it would seem that the couches of the ancient occupants had been placed.
"You are wearied and tired," said he, in a tender voice. "Let me beg you to use your chance while it is here. Recline in the corner and Jo and I will keep watch."
"But you and he need rest as well as I!" she protested. "Why not seek it now?"
"Perhaps we may. I will talk to him, but don't think of us. Here seems to be some sort of blanket."
At this moment Worrell called out:
"You'll find a blanket near where you are standing. I left it a few weeks ago when I was hunting in these parts."
Everything seemed to be as they wished, and Rosa accepted the invitation, which was emphasized by her own sense of its need. She sat down on the blanket, with her head resting against a large stone behind her, just as she had sat many a time in the old armchair at home, and she had scarcely assumed the position when she sank into slumber.
"Well, now you are here," said Worrell, as Ned Clinton came back from where Rosa was reclining, "how do you mean to pass the time?"
"Jo and I, here, are half dead for sleep, and if we can put in a couple of hours or so, it will make new fellows of us."