“Safe ashore at last,” said the professor as he stepped on to a large block of squared stone in which was secured with lead an ancient ring. “Now, Lawrence, our travels are to begin. How do you feel? ready for plenty of adventure?”
“Yes, quite,” was the reply.
“Then, first of all, for a comfortable resting-place. To-morrow we will see the resident, and then make preparations for our start.”
“Humph!” ejaculated Mr Burne; and he blew his nose in a way never heard in Asia Minor before.
Chapter Seventeen.
Preparations for a Journey.
Lawrence Grange left England as weak and helpless in mind as he was in body; but, in the brief period that had elapsed, his mind had rapidly recovered its balance, and, leaving his body behind, had strengthened so that, eager and bright, and urged on by the glorious novelty of the things he saw, his spirit was now always setting his body tasks that it could not perform.
“I’m sure I am getting worse,” he said one morning, after returning from having a delicious bathe down by the ruins of the old port. “I never felt so weak as this in England.”