across the sea,
which heaved and gleamed, and threw up strange reflections from the
black masses of rock which stood up all round.

A curious shrinking sensation came over him as he gazed out; for down
below the weed-hung rocks seemed to be in motion, and strange monsters
appeared to be sporting in the darkness as the weed swayed here and
there with the water's wash.

He closed the window, after a long look round, and hurriedly undressed,
hoping that after a good night's rest the sensation of unreality would
pass off, and that he would feel more himself, but he had no sooner put
out the candle and plunged into bed than it seemed as if he were once
more at sea. For the bed rose slowly and began to glide gently down an
inclined plane toward one corner of the room, sweeping out through the
wall, and then rising and giving quite a plunge once more.

It all seemed so real that Max started up in bed, and grasped the head,
and stared round.

It was all fancy. The bed was quite still, and the only movement was
that of the waves outside as they beat upon the rocks.

He lay down once more, and, as his head touched the pillow, and he
closed his eyes, the bed heaved up once more, set sail, and he kept
gliding on and on and on.

This lasted for about an hour, and then, as the boat-like bed made one
of its slow, steady glides, down as it were into the depths of the sea,
it went down and down, lower and lower, till all was black and solemn
and still, and it was as if there was a restful end of all trouble, till
the stern struck with a tremendous thud upon a rock, and a hollow voice
exclaimed,--

"Now, old chap! Six o'clock! Ready for your bath?"

CHAPTER SIX.

A MORNING BATH.

"Yes! Come in. Thank you. Eh? I'll open the door. And--Don't knock
so hard."

Confused and puzzled, Max started out of his deep sleep, with his head
aching, and the bewilderment increasing as he tried to make out where he
was, the memory of the past two days' events having left him.

"Don't hurry yourself. It's all right. Like to have another nap?" came
in bantering tones.

"I'll get up and dress as quickly as I can," cried Max, as he now
realised his position. "But--but you said something about showing me
the bath."

"To be sure I did. Look sharp. I'll wait."

"Oh, thank you; I'll just slip on my dressing-gown."

"Nonsense! You don't want a bathing-gown," cried Kenneth. "Here! let
me in."

"Yes, directly," replied Ma