CHAPTER X.
“Hello! Hello, there! Wake up! Breakfa-a-a-st! I thought that would fetch you. Gosh! I wish I had your job at a dollar a day!”
Yates rubbed his eyes, and sat up in the hammock. At first he thought the forest was tumbling down about his ears, but as he collected his wits he saw that it was only young Bartlett who had come crashing through the woods on the back of one horse, while he led another by a strap attached to a halter. The echo of his hearty yell still resounded in the depths of the woods, and rang in Yates’ ears as he pulled himself together.
“Did you—ah—make any remarks?” asked Yates quietly.
The boy admired his gift of never showing surprise.
“I say, don’t you know that it’s not healthy to go to sleep in the middle of the day?”
“Is it the middle of the day? I thought it was later. I guess I can stand it, if the middle of the day can. I’ve a strong constitution. Now, what do you mean by dashing up on two horses into a man’s bedroom in that reckless fashion?”
The boy laughed.
“I thought perhaps you would like a ride. I knew you were alone, for I saw the professor go mooning up the road a little while ago.”
“Oh! Where was he going?”