of their own at all, much less having their names marked in the corners; and poor Robin, whose memories of maternal care had prompted the thought, felt some degree of confusion, which was deepened when he discovered that the kerchiefs with which their eyes had been bound were their own.
They were startled by a gruff voice demanding to know what they were laughing at and kicking up such a row at that time of the morning!
It was one of the guardians of the night, who became very polite on drawing nearer and being informed, in a mild voice, by Sam that they had lost their way and would be much indebted for guidance, for Sam thought it best to say nothing about their adventure until they had had ample time to think it over and decide what was best to be done.
Having been directed how to go, having lost themselves a second time, and been directed again by another guardian, they found themselves at last in the neighbourhood of the port, and here the sound of loud voices, as if engaged in some nocturnal orgies, was heard in the distance.
"As we seem in for a night of adventure," said Sam, "we may as well accept our fate and go see what it's all about."
"Agreed," said Robin.
Hurrying forward, they came upon a remarkable
