CHAPTER XXII.

THE THEFT OF THE LIGHT-RAY. The touch of soft, cool hands on his face brought Mercer back to sudden consciousness. He opened his eyes; Anina was sitting beside him, regarding him gravely. "Wake up, my friend Ollie. Time now to wake up." He sat up, rubbing his eyes. The same dim twilight obscured everything around. For an instant he was confused. "Why, I've been asleep." He got to his feet. "Do you think it's been long, Anina? Maybe the men have started off. Let's go see." Anina had already been to see; she had awak…