“Yes, exactly; I meant to—I—dear me! I remember now. I thought I would lie down for a few moments to take off a drowsy feeling. I meant to get up again directly, strong and refreshed. Dear, dear, dear! I am very sorry! So unbusiness-like of me! What time is it?”
The professor smiled.
“About four, I think.”
“Ah, yes; it must be about four,” said the old lawyer looking about him and encountering the stern eyes of Yussuf, which were full of reproach. “Good job the Greeks did not come and disturb us.”
“They did not disturb you, then?” said the professor gravely.
“No; not they—the scoundrels! They had too serious a lesson in the boat, and—”
He stopped short and looked in the direction of the spot where the three Greek sailors had lain down to sleep the night before, and then he turned his gaze out to sea.
“Why, where are they?” he exclaimed at last.
“Where, indeed!” replied the professor.
“You don’t mean to say—you don’t want to make me believe that they are gone!” cried Burne excitedly.