Now was a good time to make up.

Profound breathing soon resounded along the whole line of mattresses.
We had been asleep two or three hours, when a shake aroused me.

A strange, reddish glare filled the cabin.

Donovan was standing at my head.
"What's up ?" I asked.

"Fire?
It isn't fire, is it ?" jumping up.
"No, it's not fire," replied Donovan.
"Oh! morning, then," I said, greatly relieved.
"No; can't be.