“Yes, but something more. That I must be up before daybreak, go to the tool-house for a rake, and smooth over your footsteps in the long bed under the windows, and after that, get up the old fir-tree and pull down the rope. I almost wonder that you didn’t break your neck. You must have been half-mad, old fellow.”
“Yes,” said Godfrey, with a sigh, “I must indeed.”
Chapter Fourteen.
The Search.
Godfrey started up from a deep sleep, to see it was morning with the sun shining brightly, and that the birds were singing, while Waller was standing by his bedside smiling at him as he looked at him wonderingly, and apparently quite confused.
“Come, old fellow, wake up,” said Waller. “I have been up two hours.”
“Up two hours! I— there’s nothing wrong, is there?”
“Wrong? No. You are always thinking some one’s coming after you. It’s all right.”