“Oh! oh! oh!” exclaimed Glenn.
“Goodness! Are you hurt?” asked Joe.
“Is it possible? Am I alive, and here?” exclaimed Glenn, staring wildly round, and doubting his own identity.
“Well, I never heard a dead man talk, as I know of, before; and as to our being here, if your own eyes don’t convince you, I’ll swear to it,” said Joe.
“Did I not go up to the island this morning?” inquired Glenn.
“No,” said Joe.
“Did you not accompany me, and fire at the buck?” interrogated Glenn, resuming his seat.
“No—I’ll be hanged if I did!” said Joe somewhat warmly.
“What have I been doing all day?”
“You’ve been sitting there fast asleep, and I presume you were dreaming.”