Bevis Part 68

"Mark--Lieutenant, how's the barometer?"

"Went down in the s.h.i.+p, sir."

"How's the weather then? Look out and see if a tornado's brewing."

"Ay, ay, sir."

Mark stepped under the curtain, looked round, and came in again.

"Sky's clear," he said. "Only the moon and a little shooting star, a very little one, a mere flicker just like striking a lucifer when it doesn't light."

"Streak of light on the wall."

"Yes."

"No tornado?"

"No."

"Thirty bells," said the captain. "Turn in. Lights out." He blew out the candle and they made themselves comfortable.

"What's that?" said Mark in a minute. A corner of the curtain was lifted, and let the moonlight in on the floor.

"Only Pan."

Finding he was alone outside, Pan came in and curled up by the chest.

"Good-night."

"Good-night."

"Good-night, Pan," said Bevis, putting out his hand and touching Pan's rough neck. Almost before he could bring his hand back again they were both firm asleep. Quite tired out by such a long, long day of exertion and change, they fell asleep in a second, without any twilight of preliminary drowsiness. Change wearies as much as labour; a journey, for instance, or looking up at rows of pictures in different colours.

They slept like buccaneers or humming-tops, only unconsciously throwing the covering rug partly off, for the summer night was warm. The continuance of easterly breezes had caused the atmosphere to become so dry that there was no mist, and the morning opened clear, still, and bright.

After a while Pan stretched himself, got up, and went out. He could not leap the fence, but looking round it found a place where it joined the cliff, not quite closed up. They knew this, but had forgotten all about it. Pan pushed his head under, struggled, and scratched, till his shoulders followed as he lay on his side, and the rest followed easily.

Roaming round, he saw the pot in which the bacon had been boiled still on the grey ashes of the fire under the teak. The lid was off, thrown aside, and he ran to the pot, put his paws on the rim, and lapped up the greasy liquor with a relish.

Loo, the cottage girl, could she have seen, would have envied him, for she had but a dry crust for breakfast, and would have eagerly dipped it in. Pan roamed round again, and came back to the hut and waited. In an hour's time he went out once more, lapped again, and again returned to watch the sleepers.

By-and-by he went out the third time and stayed longer. Then he returned, thrust his head under the curtain and uttered a short bark of impatient questioning, "Yap!"

"The genie," said Mark, awaking. He had been dreaming.

"What's the time?" said Bevis, sitting up in an instant, as if he had never been asleep. Pan leaped on the bed and barked, delighted to see them moving.

"Three o'clock," said Mark. "No; why it's stopped!"

"It's late, I know," said Bevis, who had gone to the doorway and lifted the curtain. "The sun's high; it's eight or nine, or more."

"I never wound it up," said Mark, "and--well I never! I've left the key at home."

"It was my key," said Bevis. One did for both in fact.

"Now we shan't know what the time is," said Mark. "Awfully awkward when you're seven thousand miles from anywhere."

"Awful! What a stupe you were; where did you leave the key?"

"On the dressing-table, I think; no, in the drawer. Let's see, in my other waistcoat: I saw it on the floor; now I remember, on the mantelpiece, or else on the was.h.i.+ng-stand. I know, Bevis; make a sundial!"

"So I will. No, it's no use."

"Why not?"

"I don't know when to begin."

"When to begin?"

"Well the sundial must have a start. You must begin your hours, don't you see."

"I see; you don't know what hour to put to the shadow."

"That's it."

"But can't you find out? Isn't the sun always south at noon?"

"But which is quite south?"

"Just exactly proper south?"

"Yes, meridian is the name. I know, the north star!"

"Then we must wait till night to know the time to-day."

"And then till the sun s.h.i.+nes again--"

"Till to-morrow."

"Yes."

"I know!" said Mark; "Charlie. You make the sundial, and he'll wave the handkerchief at four o'clock."

"Capital," said Bevis. "Just the very thing--like Jupiter's satellites; you know, they hide behind, and the people know the time by seeing them.

Charlie will set the clock for us. There's always a dodge for everything. Pan, Pan, you old rascal."

Bevis rolled him over and over. Pan barked and leaped on them, and ran out into the suns.h.i.+ne.

"Breakfast," said Mark; "what's for breakfast?"

"Well, make some tea," said Bevis, putting on his boots. "That was best. And, I say, we forgot the damper."