He did not rub now, he dared not, and that ejaculation was like a husky sigh—very low; but it was loud enough to rouse Chris into wakefulness.
“What’s the matter?” he whispered.
There was no reply for a few moments, and Chris repeated the question, adding, “Did you speak?”
“I must have been dropping off and dreamed it,” thought Chris, but the next moment his name was uttered in a strange whisper.
“Yes? All right! What is it?”
“There’s something on me,” came back faintly.
“Well, knock it off.”
“I daren’t. I can’t move.”
“What, is it so heavy?” said Chris mockingly.
“N–no. I’m afraid it’ll bite.”