the walls of a house. At this stage of his dream he was suddenly
awakened. To his no small amazement, he found himself stretched on the
floor of his room, his head jammed against the door, through which one
of the wardroom boys, a very small specimen of a contraband, was
endeavoring to escape, while the look of terror depicted on his face,
and the energy with which he strove to open the door, showed that he had
sustained something of a fright. On the opposite side of the room stood
the doctor, who gazed at Frank for a moment with open mouth and eyes,
and then threw himself on the bed, convulsed with laughter.

Frank rose slowly to his feet, and commenced drawing on his clothes,
while the little negro disappeared through the door like a flash.

"Mr. Nelson," said the doctor, as soon as he could speak, "you can't
make that jump again, sir. I came in to awaken you," he continued, "and
was just going to put my hand on you, when you sprang out of your bunk
upon your trunk, and then back again; and just as the darkey was coming
in, you made another jump, and landed against the door, frightening him
so that I actually believe he turned pale. Were you dreaming?"

"Yes," answered Frank, with a laugh; "I was getting out of the way of a
torpedo."

"Well, you certainly jumped far enough to get out of the way of almost
any thing," replied the doctor, after he had indulged in another hearty
fit of laughter. "Hurry up; breakfast is nearly ready."

Frank felt the effects of his agility in the shape of a severe pain over
his left eye, which had been occasioned by his head coming in contact
with the door-knob, and his "big jump" was the source of a good deal of