a lamp.

"Wake up, men," he said. "It's just five. You have an hour."

Brown lighted the lamp on the table; the others climbed stiffly to their
feet, stretching.

"You can get breakfast downstairs," said Andrews. "The proprietor always
has some packages of food prepared for people who are traveling. Stuff your
pockets." He vanished down the corridor.

"That's the hardest floor I've ever slept on," said Brown. The others
muttered in response.

To Tom, the scene was strange and unreal. The yellow light of the lamp and
the faint dawn which was stealing in through the windows made the men seem
ghost-like as they moved about the room, dressing. Huge shadows loomed on
the walls, swaying and disappearing.

"Shall we go together, Brown!" asked Knight.

"You'd better not," said Tom. "Engineers are too valuable. If you go
together you might both be stopped before you could reach the engine."

"The boy's right," replied Brown. "You and I'll go together, eh, Tom?"

"Yep."

"Are you ready?"