“‘Well, sing again.’
“‘Nay, nay; I dare not.’
“‘Well, Tom, stretch your hand out here, and let me grasp it. Thanks. This seems a little comfort, anyhow.’
“‘Shall we talk, Tom?’
“‘No, I feel more inclined to sleep. I feel a strange, unaccountable drowsiness steal—steal—’
“Tom said no more. He was fast asleep.
“So was grand-dad.
“How long they slept or how far the canoes had drifted on through the subterranean darkness they never could tell, but they awoke at last, and found that the boats had grounded at the side.
“Tom struck a light, and lit a torch.
“Nothing around them but black wet rocks, and the black water rippling past.