“Eh? What did I do?”
“You lay so still!”
“Did I? Oh, of course. I’ve been very fast asleep, I suppose. What time it is—nearly sundown?”
“No, it’s morning—sunrise.”
“I’m blessed! What, have I slept all night?”
West nodded and smiled.
“Soundly, I suppose!” he said. “But how are you?”
“Horribly stupid and muddled! I don’t quite make out! Oh yes, I do now. I came down such a quelch that it knocked all the sense out of me, and my head feels all knocked on one side. But tell me: what about the despatch?”
“I have it all right so far!”
“That’s good. Where are our ponies?”