His family had not felt the gale very heavily; but when tea-time came, and Que didn’t, they felt that; and when darkness came, and Que didn’t, they felt that; and when a report came, with a growl, from the Point that they wanted their mail, Que’s father started out with a lantern to find it.
Que, having finished his nap, felt better, and tried to get up; but his ankle didn’t want to move; and when he tried again it actually wouldn’t move; so he lay down again to wait and watch. When he saw the lantern go by, he called, and his father came.
“What are you doing here, sir?”
“Nothing,” said Que.
“Get up, then.”
“I can’t,” said Que.
“You’ve been asleep, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” said Que.
“What have you done with the mail-bag?”
“It is the mail-bag that’s done with me,” said Que.