Accordingly the two laid in their paddles, and stretching themselves on the bottom of the boat beneath the shade of an overhanging tree, soon fell asleep, lulled by the gentle ripple of the water. An hour passed, and still they slumbered placidly, the wash of a big boat as it slipped by them failed to rouse them. They heard nothing, and even the hoarse chuckles of a few comrades on the bank above them did not disturb them. "What say, Jim? Shall we let 'em go?" grinned one. "Yes, send 'em along, Tom. It'll be a proper joke to watch 'em when they wakes up and looks about 'em," was the answer. "Now, shake off that rope, and pitch it into the boat. So--oh! Gently, man! Shove 'em off as quiet as if they was babies in a cradle." It was a huge joke to those upon the bank, but upon the unconscious occupants of the craft it was wasted. They stirred neither hand nor eyelid, but, locked firmly in the arms of Morpheus, glided down the river, totally unmindful of the shouts which followed them and of the angry "Boat ahead! Where are you coming to? Steer to the left!" which was hurled at them on more than one occasion. Suddenly a louder shout awoke Phil, and, sitting up with a start, he stared around, his eyes wide-open with astonishment, to find that he and Tony were drifting in midstream past the Brocas, and were already within 50 feet of the bridge. "Why, we're adrift!" he exclaimed in a bewildered tone. "Here, Tony, wake up or we shall be on the bridge!" "Eh, what!" grunted Tony, rubbing his eyes. "Adrift! What's that row about?" The shout which had aroused Phil was repeated at that moment and, taken up immediately, assumed a perfect roar, in the intervals of which a loud clattering as of wheels rapidly passing over cobble stones, and the stamp of horses' hoofs were heard. "Sounds like a cart or something coming down the street," said Phil. "Look out, Tony, something's wrong!" As Phil spoke the clatter of hoofs and wheels became deafening, and before either could realise what was happening, two maddened horses dashed on to the bridge, dragging a carriage after them in which a gentleman was seated. On the back of one of the beasts was a postilion, and before Phil had time to exclaim, "It's a royal carriage!" the vehicle had collided with a cart coming in the opposite direction, there was a crash and a sound of breaking woodwork, and next second rider and passenger were shot as if from a catapult over the low rail of the bridge into the water. "Quick! get your paddle out!" cried Phil, snatching one up and plunging it into the water. Tony, now fully awake, sprang up and hastily obeyed, but with such vigour that he swung the boat round till it lay across the stream. Next moment, driven by the swirl of the water, it was hurled against a support of the bridge and capsized immediately.