It must have been after an hour that he called Bob again.
“All right,” said that worthy.
“But it isn’t all right,” cried Dexter. “It ain’t fair. Come: get up.”
“All right! I’ll get up directly. Call me in about ten minutes.”
Dexter waited a little while, and called his companion. But in vain.
And so it went on, with the sleeper sometimes apologetic, sometimes imploring, till it was broad daylight; and then Bob rose and shook himself.
“I say, ’tain’t fair,” said Dexter ill-humouredly.
“Well, why didn’t you make me get up!”
“I did try, lots of times.”
“But you didn’t half try. You should have got me quite awake.”