mountain-side and quavered away in count less reverberations.
"Vinckers shouted again and leaped from his hammock.
"'Be still, you fool!' I cried, roughly.
"'Wha—wha—wha' quavered MacFarlane.
" 'What's the matter with you?' I cried, impatiently. 'Are you a couple of girls just out of a convent?'
" 'What is the matter?' asked Vinckers, thickly. Tomba was sobbing hysterically.
" 'MacFarlane wakes up with a nightmare!' said I, 'and sets you howling like a maniac. 'My own fright made me irritable.
" 'Odd,' muttered Vinckers; 'odd I had a nightmare, too.'
"'Ye hag-ridden fule,' snarled MacFarlane, 'bawlin' and yammerin' like a bull! I had no nightmare mysel'!' He rolled heavily in his hammock. 'Fetch me a drink o' water, lass—water!' he added, in the vernacular.
"Vinckers sat up in his hammock, let his
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