CHAPTER IX.
ADELA'S DREAM.
"Oh, my friend, what a dream I have had!"
Adela lifted her head wearily from the floor and looked half-dazed on the haggard faces that surrounded her. They seemed to have all spent a wretched time during that long sleep.
It had been dawn when they lay down, it was now daylight on the third day since the vessel had been captured, so that they had lain unconscious for over sixty hours—a long sleep which ought to have refreshed them, yet which had left them wan and feeble, as horrid dreams will leave the troubled sleepers.
To Adela and the others it appeared as if an hour or two had only elapsed since they lay down, too tired out even to think about their safety. The sun was now shining brightly in at the porthole; the door was still fastened as they had left it; no one had come to disturb them, therefore the angels must have guarded them since they were still undiscovered.
"What was your dream, for we have also been dreaming?"
Several spoke at once, and all looked interested as she began; but Philip went over to her side and held her hand, at which she appeared comforted.
"I dreamt that we all rose, after lying here for a time, and went back to the saloon where the bodies lay. I
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