y to the spot where their friend lay in his heavy sleep.

"Good Heaven! He must have fallen down, or sunk down here, within three
minutes of leaving the church!" exclaimed Lyon Berners, gazing on the
sleeper.

"Something must have happened to us all, dear Lyon. Do you remember how
unreasonably gay we all were at supper last evening? We, too, who had
every reason to be very grave and even sad? And do you remember the
reaction? When we all grew so drowsy that we could hardly keep our eyes
open? And then there was something else, which I will tell you of by and
by. And now we have all slept fifteen or sixteen hours. Something
strange has happened to us, Lyon," said Sybil, slowly.

"Something has, indeed. But now we must arouse Pendleton. Good Heaven!
he may have caught his death by sleeping out all night," exclaimed Mr.
Berners, as he stooped down and shook the sleeper.

But it was not without difficulty that Lyon succeeded in arousing
Captain Pendleton, who, when he was fairly upon his feet, reeled like a
drunken man.

"Pendleton, Pendleton, wake up! What, man! what has happened to you?"
exclaimed Lyon, trying to steady the other upon his feet.

"Too late for roll-call. Bad example to the rank and file," murmured the
Captain, with some remnant of a camp-dream lingering in his mind.

Mr. Berners shook him roughly, while Sybil dipped up a double handful of
water from a little spring at their feet, and threw it up into his face.

This fairly aroused him.

"Whew-ew! Phiz! What's that for? What the demon's all this? What's the
matter?" he exclaimed, sneezing, coughing, and sputtering through the
water that Sybil had flung into his face.

"What's all this?" exclaimed Lyon Berners, echoing his question. "It is
that we are all robbed and murdered, and carried into captivity, for all
I know," he added, smiling, as he could not fail to do, at the droll
figure cut by his friend.

"How the deuce came I here?" demanded Pendleton, glaring around with his
mouth and eyes wide open. "Is this enchantment?"

"Something very like it, Pendleton. But come, man, this is no laughing
matter. It is very serious. Therefore rouse yourself and collect your
faculties. You will need them all, I assure you," gravely replied Lyon
Berners.

"But--how in thunder, came I here?" again demanded the Captain,
shivering and staring around him.

"We can not tell. My wife found you here about half an hour ago. You are
supposed to have been overcom