CHAPTER XXX ON PAROLE I WAS wakened -- indeed, we were all wakened, for I could see even the sentinel shake himself together from where he had fallen against the door-post -- by a clear, hearty voice hailing us from the margin of the wood: "Block-house, ahoy!" it cried. "Here's the doctor." And the doctor it was. Although I was glad to hear the sound, yet my gladness was not without admixture. I remembered with confusion my insubor- dinate and stealthy conduct; and when I saw where it had brought me -- among what companions and surrounded by what dangers -- I felt ashamed to look him in the face. He must have risen in the dark, for the day had hardly come; and when I ran to a loop-hole and looked out, I saw him standing, like Silver once before, up to the mid-leg in creeping vapor. "You, doctor! Top o' the morning to you sir!" cried Silver, broad awake and beaming with good nature in a moment. "Bright and early, to be sure; and it's the early bird, as the saying goes, that gets the rations. George, shake up your timbers, son, -257- |