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Merriman was awakened in the early hours of the following morning by a push on the shoulder and, opening his eyes, he was amazed to see Hilliard, dressed only in his pajamas, leaning over him. On his friend's face was an expression of excitement and delight which made him a totally different man from the gloomy pessimist of the previous day.
"Merriman, old man," he cried, though in repressed tones -- it was only a little after five -- "I'm frightfully sorry to stir you up, but I just couldn't help it. I say, you and I are a nice pair of idiots!"