ted plan was followed, and Bert was given quite a quantity of
the tender meat. At first it was necessary to pass it down his throat
with draughts of water, but later, much to the surprise and joy of the
boys, he began, to swallow naturally.

"He's coming back to life!" shouted Sandy. "A boy's all right as soon as
he begins to eat! Sprinkle some water in his face and we'll see what
effect that has."

The boys were so pleased that they almost cheered with delight when at
length Bert opened his eyes and looked about.

"Time to get up?" he asked.

"Naw," replied Sandy. "Go to sleep again!"

"That you, Sandy?" asked Bert.

"That's Sandy all right!" replied the boy.

"Why don't you open a door or window and let in some air?" asked Bert.

"Aw, go to sleep!" advised Sandy.

"Nice old dive you've got here!" Bert went on. "Here I've walked about
nineteen thousand miles to find a boy named Sandy and a boy named Will,
and a boy named Tommy, and a boy named George, and when I find them they
shut me up in a rotten old morgue."

"How'd you come to ask for Sandy?" demanded the boy.

"The name struck me as being funny!" was the reply. "Where are the
others? Are you here alone?"

"George is over there on the floor," replied Sandy. "Ring off, now, and
go to sleep! You're in no shape to talk."

"I remember something about getting a dip on the head," Bert said in a
moment, evidently after long cogitation. "What was there about it?"

"You got it!" replied Sandy. "Go to sleep!"

"If you'll give me some more of that meat, I'll go to sleep!"

George pushed forward about half of one of the sandwiches and the boy
began eating it greedily. In a moment, however, his arm dropped to his
side and he appeared to be unconscious again.

"He's too weak to go at the grub like that," George advised, turning on
the light. "We'll have to be careful!"

But Bert was not unconscious again. He was only sleeping.

"I'd like to know what brought him out of that trance," remarked George
as the boys sat regarding the youngster with inquiring eyes.

"I don't know any more about it than you do," answered Sandy, "but, if
you'll leave it to me, setting the stomach to work put the blood in
circulation, and that swept the cobwebs out of his brain."

"Sounds all right, but I don't believe it!" replied George.

The day passed slowly. Bert slept continuously until George's watch told
him that it was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon. Then he opene