I don’t know what time it was, probably about midnight, when Mr Gunson said softly.
“Two will be enough to watch. You, Dean, lie down and take your spell till you are called.”
There was no reply.
“Do you hear?”
Still no answer.
“What!” cried Mr Gunson, “has he forsaken us?”
“No, no,” I whispered; “here he is, and fast asleep.”
Mr Gunson uttered a low, half-contemptuous laugh.
“Nice fellow to trust with our lives,” he said. “Shall I wake him to watch while we sleep?”
“Don’t be hard upon him,” I said. “He was very tired, and it always was his weak point—he would go to sleep anywhere.”