“Untied! You’ve been cut down.”
“Cut?” said Sydney, wonderingly.
“Down. Never mind. It was only at your feet. I’ll soon put you right again.”
Syd stood there listening to his companions’ hard breathing and the whispering and tittering going on in the other hammocks for a few minutes, during which a noise went on like as if a box was being corded. At last this ceased.
“There you are! Where are your blankets?”
“Here; but they’re all in a dreadful muddle.”
There was a shout of laughter at this, and directly after Sydney heard a gruff voice say—
“Steady there, young gen’lemen. Anything the matter?”
“No; it’s all right. Only some one tumbled out of bed.”
There was a low grumbling sound, and Roylance whispered—