Sally awoke with a start. She had had a strange dream. In the dream three of her best friends had stood by her berth looking down at her. The older of the three said:
“She won’t wake up in time.”
“Not in time,” the next in line agreed.
“Oh, yes, she will!” the third exclaimed confidently.
“Well, I’m awake,” Sally thought. “Now I have all the bother of going back to sleep again.”
She closed her eyes, then opened them wide again. Through her eyelids she had received an impression of red light.
And, yes, there it was. The cabin was dark but the faint red light was there all the same.
“My secret radio!” she thought. “I can’t have left it on!”
She propped herself on an elbow to peer into the darkness. She had left the radio close to her berth, just in case—
There was no harm in that, for only Nancy slept in the berth above.