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"Fog," he grumbled, and turned over to re-capture the enchantment of the
Athabasca rapids, and his dancing canoe.
Overhead there sounded the trampling of feet.
"Submarines, doc," he shouted and leaped to the floor broad awake.
"What's the row?" murmured the M. O., who was a heavy sleeper.
For answer, Barry ripped the clothes from the doctor's bed.
"Submarines, doc," he shouted again, and buckling on his Sam Brown, and
seizing his lifebelt, he stood ready to go.
"What! your boots off, doc?"
In the orders of the day before had been an announcement that officers
and men were to sleep fully dressed.
"Oh, the devil!" exclaimed the doctor, hunting through his bedclothes
in desperation. "I can't sleep in my boots. Where's my tunic? Go on, old
fellow, I'll follow you."
Barry held his tunic for him.
"Here you are! Wake up, doc! And here's your Sam Brown."
Barry dropped to lace the doctor's boots, while the latter was buckling
on the rest of his equipment.
"All right," cried the doctor, rushing from the room and leaving his
lifebelt behind him.


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