“You don’t know. It may in this case.”
“Well, of course I don’t pretend to understand all the freaks of the atmosphere; but all that I’ve ever read about the mirage shows that it is incessantly shifting and changing, and never lasts over an hour or so, at the furthest. Besides, in our latitudes, these peculiar appearances only take place in the morning.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said Bart. “At any rate, I shall be prepared for a row of at least ten miles.”
“All right. Make up your mind to that, and then you won’t be disappointed.”
“Shall you go to bed to-night, Bruce?”
“Of course.”
“But how can you wake?”
“O, I can wake whenever I like. I’ll wake you.”
“All right. About what time?”
“O, about an hour before daybreak; but come, let’s get things ready now.”