CHAP. X.—“ JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING.”

DO not know whether I fainted or slept, or both;

I knew no more all that night, nor until late the
next day; it was a merciful unconsciousness. I
was first roused by a shaking and calling at the
door, and the effort to answer woke me up.

“Open the door!” cried the voice.

“T can't,” said I; “I’m locked in.”

A growl and shake, and the footsteps went away,
but presently returned,accompaniced by others. Then
began a tremendous onslaught upon the door, which
cracked and quivered beneath the blows.

“Now for it! here she goes!” I heard; and in
flew the door with a mighty crash, and Tommy on
the top of it. He got up, grinning and triumphant.
“We've a bet him, whatever,’ quoth he. ‘“ Good-
ness, Reuben! what’s up now ?”

“Tt’s the noise, I think, has made me feel queer,”
T said, in a voice that sounded to me faint and far
away. “ But I’m glad you are come.”