As he was saying good-night,
Albert suggested that he had not yet told them how he came to
be on a deserted island; but Stedman only laughed and said
that that was a long story, and that he would tell him all
about it in the morning. So Albert went off to bed without
waiting for the consul to return, and fell asleep, wondering
at the strangeness of his new life, and assuring himself that
if the rain only kept up, he would have his novel finished in
a month.
The sun was shining brightly when he awoke, and the palm-trees
outside were nodding gracefully in a warm breeze. From the
court came the odor of strange flowers, and from the window he
could see the ocean brilliantly blue, and with the sun coloring
the spray that beat against the coral reefs on the shore.
"Well, the consul can't complain of this," he said, with a
laugh of satisfaction; and pulling on a bath-robe, he stepped
into the next room to awaken Captain Travis. But the room was
quite empty, and the bed undisturbed. The consul's trunk
remained just where it had been placed near the door, and on
it lay a large sheet of foolscap, with writing on it, and
addressed at the top to Albert Gordon.
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