“No, no. Are you awake now?”
“Awake? Yes, of course; what is it?”
“We have a way open to escape. Wake your wife. Tell her not to speak.”
“But she will. Oceans!” said the little man sadly.
“She must not speak. Wake her; tell her there is a way of escape, and then you two must carry these parcels of food, and follow in silence.”
“I say, Lawrence, old man, is it real?” he whispered.
“Quite! Quick! You are wasting time.”
“But won’t they shoot at us?”
“Not if you are both silent,” whispered Lawrence; and creeping on all-fours the little man reached over, awakened his wife, and communicated the news.
To the surprise of all she woke up quite collected, grasped the idea at once, and rose to her feet. Then putting on her head-dress, and throwing a shawl over her shoulders and securing the ends—