CHAPTER XIX
THE ORBIT OF THE DWARFS
WE slept that night in the front room of Roy's tavern, and it seemed to me that I had just closed my eyes when I opened them again. Ump was standing by the side of the bed with a candle. The door was ajar and the night air blowing the flame, which he was screening with his hand. For a moment, with sleep thick in my eyes, I did not know who it was in the blue coat. "Wake up, Quiller," he said, "an' git into your duds."
"What 's the matter?" I asked.
"There 's devilment hatchin', I 'm afraid," he answered. "Wait till I wake Jud."
He aroused the man from his snoring in the chimney corner, and I got into my clothes.
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