I must have been pretty tired; anyway I never felt
the van start again. The Professor says he looked in through
the little window from the driver's seat, and saw me sound
asleep. And the next thing I knew I woke up with a start to
find myself rolling leisurely in the dark. Bock was still
lying over my feet, and there was a faint, musical clang from
the bucket under the van which struck against something now
and then. The Professor was sitting in front, with a lighted
lantern hanging from the peak of the van roof. He was humming
some outlandish song to himself, with a queer, monotonous refrain:
Shipwrecked was I off Soft Perowsa
And right along the shore,
And so I did resolve to roam
The country to explore.
Tommy rip fal lal and a balum tip
Tommy rip fal lal I dee;
And so I did resolve to roam
The country for to see!
I jumped out of the bunk, cracked my shins against something,
and uttered a rousing halloo. Parnassus stopped, and the
Professor pushed back the sliding window behind the driver's seat.
"Heavens!" I said. "Father Time, what o'clock is it?"
"Pretty near supper time, I reckon. You must have fallen
asleep while I was taking money from the Philistines.
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