“Wake up!” I said, shaking him; and Gyp growled again.
“Shan’t!” very decidedly.
“Wake up directly, Jack! Jack Penny, wake up!”
“Shan’t! Get out!”
“Hist!” whispered the doctor from behind me.
“Wake up!” I said again, going down on one knee so that I could whisper to him.
Snore!
It was a very decided one, and when I laid my gun down and gave a tug at him, it was like pulling at something long and limp, say a big bolster, that gave way everywhere, till in my impatience I doubled my fist and, quite in a rage, gave him, as his head fell back, a smart rap on the nose.
I had previously held him by the ears and tapped the back of his head against the rock without the slightest effect; but this tap on the nose was electric in its way, for Jack sprang up, letting his gun fall, threw himself into a fighting attitude, and struck out at me.
But he missed me, for when his gun fell it would have glided over the edge of the rocky shelf into the stream if I had not suddenly stooped down and caught it, the result being that Jack’s fierce blow went right over my head, while when I rose upright he was wide awake.