“Hello, Bob,” he said drowsily. “Where are we?”
“That’s just what I was trying to think a moment ago,” replied Robert. “I know now though. We’re on Deerfoot’s island in the middle of the swamp.”
“Sure enough,” exclaimed Joseph, sitting up. “Where’s Deerfoot?”
“I’ve no idea. I just woke up.”
“What time is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s broad daylight outside though.”
“It must be afternoon then,” said Joseph. “We arrived here sometime in the forenoon, I think.”
“Yes, I know we did. I don’t think it’s afternoon though.”
“Why not?”
“Because I feel very much rested. I think it must be tomorrow morning, if you understand what I mean by that remark.”