PLE MARCH

X. THE BATTLE OF THE DARKNESS

XI. THE OLD MAN WHO KNEW EVERYTHING

XII. OSTROG

XIII. THE END OF THE OLD ORDER

XIV. FROM THE CROW'S NEST

XV. PROMINENT PEOPLE

XVI. THE MONOPLANE

XVII. THREE DAYS

XVIII. GRAHAM REMEMBERS

XIX. OSTROG'S POINT OF VIEW

XX. IN THE CITY WAYS

XXI. THE UNDER-SIDE

XXII. THE STRUGGLE IN THE COUNCIL HOUSE

XXIII. GRAHAM SPEAKS HIS WORD

XXIV. WHILE THE AEROPLANES WERE COMING

XXV. THE COMING OF THE AEROPLANES

THE SLEEPER AWAKES

CHAPTER I

INSOMNIA

One afternoon, at low water, Mr. Isbister, a young artist lodging at
Boscastle, walked from that place to the picturesque cove of Pentargen,
desiring to examine the caves there. Halfway down the precipitous path to
the Pentargen beach he came suddenly upon a man sitting in an attitude of
profound distress beneath a projecting mass of rock. The hands of this
man hung limply over his knees, his eyes were red and staring before him,
and his face was wet with tears.

He glanced round at Isbister's footfall. Both men were disconcerted,
Isbister the more so, and, to override the awkwardness of his involuntary
pause, he remarked, with an air of mature conviction, that the weather
was hot for the time of year.

"Very," answered the stranger shortly, hesitated a second, and added in a
colourless tone, "I can't sleep."

Isbister stopped abruptly. "No?" was all he said, but his bearing
conveyed his helpful impulse.

"It may sound incredible," said the stranger, turning weary eyes to
Isbister's face and emphasizing his words with a languid hand, "but I
have had no sleep--no sleep at all for six nights."

"Had advice?"

"Yes. Bad advice for the most part. Drugs. My nervous system.... They are
all very well for the run of people. It's hard to explain. I dare not
take ... sufficiently powerful drugs."

"That makes it difficult," said Isbister.

He stood helplessly in the narrow path, perplexed what to do. Clearly the
man wanted to talk. An idea natural enough under the circumstances,
prompted him to keep the conversation going. "I've never suffered from
sleeplessness myself," he said in a tone of commonplace gossip, "but in
those cases I have known, people have usually found something--"

"I dare make no experiments."

He spoke wearily. He gave a gesture of rejection, and for a space both
men were silent.

"Exercis