"I'm going to keep the fire piled high, so that it will light up as it's doing now." "Then I'll turn in right away," answered the guide.

"It's eight o'clock.

You call me at two, and that will be givin' you a fair nap afore daybreak." And so it was agreed.
It did not take John Barrow long to settle himself, and soon he was snoring as peacefully as though lying in his bed at home.

Sitting down close to the fire, Dick gave himself up to his thoughts.
And what numerous thoughts they were--of home and of school, of his brothers, and of the Baxters and their other enemies, and of all that had happened since they had first started to go to Putnam Hall.

And then he thought of the Lanings and of the Stanhopes, and lingered long over the mental picture of sweet Dora and of what she had last said to him.
"She's just an all-right girl," he said to himself.