CHAPTER XXX.
DEAN FINDS HIMSELF IN A HOLE.
Dean seemed to himself to have slept not more than an hour, though in reality several hours passed, when he was aroused by being shaken not over gently.
"Time to get up?" he asked drowsily.
"Yes, it's time to get up," answered a rough voice.
Now he opened his eyes wide, and he saw Kirby looking down on him. At a flash all came back to him, and he realized his position.
He rose from his pallet and asked, "Can I wash my face and hands?"
"No; there is no time for it. Follow me!"
Rightly concluding that it would be useless to question Kirby, Dean followed him to the lower floor, where Dan had already seated himself at the breakfast-table. In obedience to a signal Dean sat down also, and ate with what appetite he could the repast spread before him. In addition to cold meat and bread there was what passed for coffee, though it probably was not even distantly related to the fragrant beverage which we know by that name. Dean drank it, however, not without relish, for it was at least hot.