After a blank, I found that I was lying unbound, on the floor, in the same place, with my head on some one's knee. My eyes were fixed on the ladder against the wall, when I came to myself,--had opened on it before my mind saw it,--and thus as I recovered consciousness, I knew that I was in the place where I had lost it.

     Too indifferent at first, even to look round and ascertain who supported me, I was lying looking at the ladder, when there came between me and it a face. The face of Trabb's boy!

     "I think he's all right!" said Trabb's boy, in a sober voice; "but ain't he just pale though!"

     At these words, the face of him who supported me looked over into mine, and I saw my supporter to be--

     "Herbert! Great Heaven!"

     "Softly," said Herbert. "Gently, Handel. Don't be too eager."

     "And our old comrade, Startop!" I cried, as he too bent over me.

     "Remember what he is going to assist us in," said Herbert, "and be calm."