lowed, and then the man slid away shaking his head lugubriously, while Dick arranged his bed and went below to prepare for the night, determined to retire early and lie awake and watch the stars and plan out his work for the following day.
However, things did not seem to go along according to schedule; for no sooner had he bestowed himself upon the bed, than the heavy sense of airless oppression descended upon him once more. The corner where his bed was, seemed to be the most shut in portion of the roof, and he arose and attempted to draw the couch forward to a more open part of the space. Perversely, the couch refused to budge, seeming to be anchored to its particular position, and investigation revealed that it was tied to the posts of the trellis by heavy cords. He went below and got his knife and severed the cords; but when he would have moved it, the castors gave forth a protesting screech which sent shivers up his spine and dispatched him below again for the typewriter oil. Then, after due lubrication, the wheels did move and he drew the bed out to a satisfactory point, stretched his length upon it and immediately went off into a deep and dreamless sleep.
That is, for many hours it was dreamless, but eventually it became troubled;—someone was fanning him, and fanning him too hard; he could feel his hair fluttering and his clothing flapping about him; also, the breeze created was too cool. He pro-
