I had slept probably many hours when I was awakened by a touch on my shoulder. It was the Bo's'n. He was kneeling beside me.
His finger was on his lips as he glanced toward the Skipper. He spoke to me in low tones.
"I have something to show you, sir. It is such a curious sight, sir. Do come."
I turned over sleepily:
"I'm tired of curious sights, Bo's'n," I said. "Where is it?"
The Bo's'n nodded toward the direction of the great hall.
"It's over that way, sir."
"Good Heavens! have you really awakened me to see more sights? I thought you were afraid to go there," said I.
"There's nothing to be afraid of now, sir," he said. "Do come, Mr. Jones, sir."
"Very well, Bo's'n," said I, "but no farther than the gallery. I've had enough of the cave."