gh for his purpose--intending, as he did, to meet
his foe, when the moment of action should come, in close conflict, and
thrust the muzzle of his weapon down the said foe's throat before
condescending to draw the trigger.

Thus prepared for the worst, he sallied out on tiptoe, intending to
mount guard at the missionary's door, and return to his own proper couch
before the break of day.

But alas for poor Corrie's powers of endurance! No sooner had he
extended his chubby form on the door-mat, earnestly wishing, but not
expecting, that Alice would come out and find him there, than he fell
fast asleep, while engaged in the hopeless task of counting the starry
host--a duty which he had imposed on himself in the hope that he might
thereby be kept awake. Once asleep he slept on, as a matter of course,
with his broad little chest heaving gently; his round little visage
beaming upwards like a terrestrial moon; his left arm under his head in
lieu of a pillow (by consequence of which _it_ was fast asleep also),
and his right hand grasping the hilt of the broken saber.

As for Corrie's prostrate body affording protection to Alice, the entire
savage population might have stepped across it, one by one, and might
have stepped back again, bearing away into slavery the fair maiden, with
her father and all the household furniture to boot, without in the least
disturbing the deep slumbers of the youthful knight. At least we may
safely come to this conclusion from the fact that Mr. Mason shook him,
first gently and then violently, for full five minutes, before he could
get him to speak; and even then he only gave utterance, in very sleepy
tones, and half-formed words, to the remark--

"Oh! don' borer me. It ain't b'kfust-t'm' yet?"

"Ho! Corrie, Corrie," shouted Mr. Mason, giving the victim a shake that
threatened to dislocate his neck, "get up, my boy--rouse up!"

"Hallo! hy! murder! Come on you vill--eh! Mr. Mason--I beg pardon, sir,"
stammered Corrie, as he at length became aware of his condition, and
blushed deeply; "I--I--really, Mr. Mason, I merely came to watch while
you were all asleep, as there are savages about, you know, and--ha! ha!
ha!--oh! dear me!" (Corrie exploded at this point, unable to contain
himself at the sight of the missionary's gaze of astonishment.) "Wot a
sight, for a Sunday mornin' too!"

The hilarity of the boy was catching, for at this point a vociferous
"hee! hee" burst from the sable Poopy; the clear