Chapter Thirty Five.
A Fresh Alarm.
“Yes; who called?” cried Humphrey, starting up.
“Hist! Be careful. It is me.”
Humphrey sprang front his couch, and was about to speak, when the curtain was thrown roughly aside, and Bart entered quickly.
“What’s the matter!” he said, roughly.
“Matter!” said Humphrey. “I—I—must have been dreaming.”
Bart looked at him sourly, and then gave a suspicious look round.