than the others, but exceptionally rich in vegetation, besides having a miniature lake, like a diamond, in its bosom.
Descending the hill and returning to the cave, Sam found his comrades still asleep. Letta was assisting old Meerta in the preparation of a substantial breakfast that would not have done discredit to a first-class hotel.
"Oh, I'm so glad you 've come!" said Letta, running up to him and giving him both hands to shake, and a ready little mouth to kiss, "for I didn't like to awaken your friends, and the sailor one looks so still that I fear he may be dying. I saw one of the naughty men die here, and he looked just like that."
Somewhat alarmed by this, Sam went at once to the sailor and looked earnestly at him.
"No fear, Letta," he said, "the poor fellow is not dying; he is only in a very profound sleep, having been much exhausted and nearly killed yesterday. Hallo, Robin! awake at last?"
Robin, who had been roused by the voices, rubbed his eyes, yawned vociferously, and looked vacantly round.
"Well, now, that 's most extraordinary; it isn't a dream after all!"
"It 's an uncommon pleasant dream, if it is one," remarked Jim Slagg, with a grave stare at Robin,
