It was like the yawn of a waking person. The next moment a familiar voice in a muttering key broke the air:
“Bejabers, I’ve been ashleep, an’ more’s the shame to me. Phwativer will Misther Frank think, whin I tell him of it? But shure I was that tired I could niver kape me eyes open at all, at all.”
Frank gave a start of joy.
How familiar were those tones to him. It was Barney.
Impulsively he cried:
“Hullo, Barney! Thank Heaven we are reunited.”
“Misther Frank!” cried the Celt, with wildest joy. “Shure is that yez, sor?”
“It’s nobody else.”
“Begorra, I’m that glad to see yez that I cud sthand on me head.”
The next moment the faithful Celt was by Frank’s side, wringing his hand.