“All right,” said Peter, “Wait till you’re in love, Greenie, and won’t I serve you out just!”
“Well, boys,” I put in, “a happy thought has just occurred to me.”
“Let’s have it.”
“Suppose we cease talking and all go to bed.”
“Right,” cried Peter, jumping up and beginning to undress.
In a few minutes more “good-nights” were said, and we were composing ourselves to sleep. Sleep in this region is deep and heavy, and I may surely add healthy, for one awakens in the morning feeling as fresh as the daisies or the proverbial lark.
I did not seem to have been asleep a quarter of an hour when Peter shook me by the shoulder.
“Jack, Jack,” he was saying, “there is something up.”
Peter was already dressed, and accustomed as I had been to scenes of danger I was soon following his example, though hardly knowing where I was or what I was doing.