the sea, to strange sights; but over them all loomed the phantom of a golden ship, and from her decks great fires came. When I awoke, a doctor from Southsea was writing down the names of drugs upon paper; and Mary was busy with ice. They told me I had slept for thirty hours, and that they had feared brain-fever. But the sleep had saved me; and when Mary talked of the doctor's order that I was to lie resting a week, I laughed aloud.
"You'd better prescribe that for Roderick," said I; "he'd rest a month; wouldn't you, old chap?"
"I don't know about a month, old man, but you mustn't try the system too much."
"Well, I'm going to try it now, anyway, for I start for London to-night!"
"What!" they cried in one voice.
"Exactly, and if Mary would not mind running on deck for a minute, I'll tell you why, Roderick."
She went at the word, casting one pleading look with her eyes as she stood at the door, but I gave no sign, and she closed it. I had fixed upon a course, and as Roderick, dreamingly indifferent, prepared to talk about that which he called my "madness," I took Hall's manuscript, and read it to him. When I had finished, there was a strange light in his eyes.
"Let us go at once," he said; and that was all.
