“Dean!” cried Mark again, renewing his attack, and this time giving the sleeper a violent shake, which roused him again.
“Now then, what is it?”
“Listen! Do you hear that dreadful noise?”
“No–o!” came sleepily. “What is it?”
The question was asked through two folds of blanket, and naturally sounded woolly.
“Lions, I think.”
“Tell them to lie down.”
“Oh, don’t be such a fool!”
“Nogoinabe. Wha’ time is it? Goo’ night.”
“Dozey! Oh, you sleepy old dormouse! I am sure there is something dreadful going on. We are in danger.”