“What’s the matter?” came again drowsily.
“I want you to listen.”
“Bother! Will in the morning.”
“Oh, how can you be so stupid!”
Mark was rapidly recovering now.
Snore!
“Will you wake up?” And this was accompanied by a shake.
“Be quiet! Want me to hit you on the nose?”
“Yes, and I want you to shake me. I’m—I’m—oh, I don’t know how I feel—yes, I do,” added the boy, as the power of thinking and acting now grew stronger. “Dean!”
“Oh, bother!” cried his cousin. “Now then, what is it?” And in the darkness Mark felt his hand shaken off, and from the movement knew that his cousin had risen up into a sitting position sharply and banged himself down again, the noise he made being followed instantly by a loud snore.