A BAD AWAKING.
"He's delirious!" whispered the landlady.
"He's dreaming," replied the boarder.
"Olly! Wake up a minute! What's become of my watch?"
"Watch?" repeated Olly, still disguising his real fears in a well-feigned fictitious terror. "What watch? I thought I was in the water again!"
His voice trembled, though not altogether from that more remote cause which he desired to impress upon the minds of spectators.
"My watch, which I left hanging in the case beside my bureau when I went yachting yesterday," said Hatville, as much imposed upon as the sympathizing Mrs. Murcher herself. "What has become of it?"
"Your watch?" Olly repeated, with a bewildered air, as if beginning dimly to comprehend the question. "How should I know? I've been away. I've been wrecked. Haven't they told you?"
"You haven't the watch, have you?" exclaimed the landlady.
"His watch? Mr. Hatville's? Of course I haven't! What should I have his watch for?"