Many times they stirred and muttered and reached for bedclothes that were not there, but I doubt if either of them once really fully awoke until a sudden glare of light illumined the hut and flashed on their closed eyelids.
CHAPTER VIII
THE MYSTERIOUS AUTO
They awoke then, alarmed and confused, and stared with sleepy eyes at the white radiance which, entering door and window, showed with startling detail the bare walls of their refuge. Even as they looked the light vanished and, by contrast, the darkness seemed blacker than ever.
"Awake, Amy?" whispered Clint.
"Yes. Say, what the dickens was that?"
"I don't know. Listen!"