Then,
at about ten o'clock, he too went asleep. A few minutes later he began
to snore, and the noise he made woke Meldon. He felt for his pipe,
filled and lit it. He sat gazing at Major Kent for a quarter of an
hour, then he coughed loudly. The Major woke with a start.
"It's a remarkable thing," said Meldon, "how sleepy two days on the sea
make one. I had a nap myself. You were sound and snoring."
"It's early yet," said the Major, glancing at the clock. "I seldom
turn in before eleven."
"I'm going to turn in now," said Meldon. "I'd be better in bed, for I
can't sleep here with the way you're snoring. I just woke you up to
say that I'll get a hold of Simpkins some time to-morrow and settle
things with him. I daresay, after the way he has behaved to the poor
old rector, that he'll be ashamed to come to church, but I'll look him
up afterwards. You'll be responsible for Miss King."
"I can't argue any more to-night," said the Major, yawning; "but don't
you go to bed under the impression that I'm going to have Simpkins in
the yacht, for I'm not."
"I don't want to argue either, but I'll just say one word to you before
I go: one word that I'd like to have imprinted on your mind during the
night.
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