uld read now,
and know what I am reading. How ridiculous it makes one feel to be so
horribly sleepy! Some people, they say, can lie down and determine to
wake up in an hour, or two hours, or just when they like. Well, I'd do
that--I mean I'd try to do that--if I were going to sleep; but I won't
sleep. I'll lie here resting for a bit, and then get up again, and go
and see how Drew is. It would be brutal to go off soundly, with him
lying in that state. How quiet it all seems when one is lying down!
It's as if one could hear better. Yes, I can hear Drew breathing quite
plain; and how that sentry does keep on yawning! Sentries must get very
sleepy sometimes when on duty in the night, and it's a terribly severe
punishment for one who does sleep at his post. Well, I'm a sentry at my
post to watch over poor Drew, and I should deserve to be very severely
punished if I slept; not that I should be punished, except by my own
conscience."

He lay perfectly wakeful now, looking at the candles, which both wanted
snuffing badly, and making up his mind to snuff them; but he began
thinking of his father, then wondering once more where he could be, and
feeling proud of the way in which the officers talked about him.

"If the King would only pardon him!" he thought, "how--I must get up and
snuff those candles; if I don't, that great black, mushroom-like bit of
burnt wick will be tumbling off and burning in the grease, and be what
they call a thief in the candle. How it does grow bigger and bigger!"

And it did grow bigger and bigger, and fell into the tiny cup of molten
grease--for in those days the King's officers were not supplied with wax
candles for their rooms--and it did form a thief, and made the candle
gutter down, while the other slowly burned away into the socket, and
made a very unpleasant odour in the room, as first one and then the
other rose and fell with a wanton-looking, dancing flame, which finally
dropped down and rose no more, sending up a tiny column of smoke
instead.

Then the sentry was relieved, and so was Frank, for, utterly worn out,
he was sleeping heavily, with nature hard at work repairing the waste of
the day, and so soundly that he did not know of the reverse of
circumstances, and that Andrew Forbes had risen to enter the outer room,
and look in, even coming close to his side, as if to see why it was he
did not keep watch over him and come and see him from time to time.

History perhaps was rep