“Yes, it’s going down, and it will soon be night. I was puzzled at first. I thought it was morning. It all comes through lying down at such an unnatural time.”
“Ah, you mustn’t expect to go on in the regular way when you’re travelling, my lad,” said Griggs, “but get your bit of sleep when the chance comes.”
“I suppose so,” said Ned; “but it was ever so long before I could go off, though I was as tired as a dog. Chris was just as bad, but he’s sleeping soundly enough now.”
“No, I’m not,” said Chris quietly. “I’m wide awake, listening to what you say, and smelling the cakes. Are they nearly done, Griggs?”
“Want another quarter of an hour, and then I shall make the tea.”
“Then I shall go and bathe my face,” said Chris. “That’ll freshen me up. Will you come?”
This was to Ned, who rose at once, and they walked off together towards where a little stream came gurgling and splashing down from the heights above.
“They sleep well enough,” said Chris, with a side wag of the head.
“Yes; but I couldn’t. I say, shall we have to watch to-night?”
“No, I think not. I’m sure we shall have our turn to sleep till morning.”