Then he closed his eyes again, and I did not further disturb him.
Outside of the car all was dark, and as I could not see any of the scenery through which we were passing, the ride soon grew monotonous.
Finally my head began to fall forward; and before I knew it I was fast asleep.
I slept for about an hour. Then I awoke with a start.
Mr. Felix Stillwell's hand was in my coat pocket!
I could hardly believe the evidence of my senses when I found Mr. Stillwell's hand where it was. Was my uncle trying to rob me? I did not open my eyes, but moved slightly to one side, uttering a deep sigh as I did so. Instantly the hand was withdrawn, and when, a moment later, I sat up, I saw that he was lying back as if in the soundest sleep.
There was no more slumber for me that night, and in order to keep awake I sat bolt upright. This evidently did not please my companion, for presently he too sat up and looked at me sharply.
"You might as well go to sleep," he said. "We have a long ride before us. I thought I wouldn't go to the expense of tickets for the sleeping-car."
"I've had a nap," I replied.
"It wasn't very long."
"Long enough."
