“I told you he’d be all right, Dan!”
Nelson examined the bed, but found that it could not be made to stand without the aid of tools. So, thanking Hethington again for his pajamas and eliciting a calm “All right,” and looking about for evidences of further surprises without finding them, he blew out the lantern and descended into his lowly couch. The last thing he saw, as the light went out, was the amused countenance of Mr. Verder across the dormitory.
Ten minutes later he was asleep.
[CHAPTER III]
SHOWS THAT A MOTOR-DORY CAN GO AS WELL AS STOP
When Nelson awoke the early sunshine was dripping through the tender green branches outside the window, the birds were singing merrily, and Tom Ferris was digging him in the ribs. He blinked, yawned, and turned over again, but Tom was not to be denied.
“Come on, Tilford, and have a douse,” he whispered. “First bugle’s just blown.”