“ I’m ill,” he said, “I’m damnably ill! I can feel it in my skin!”
Then—it was horrible to me—he cried, “I ought to be in bed; I ought to be in bed... instead of flying about,” and suddenly he burst into tears.
I stood up. “Go to sleep, man!” I said, and took the rug from him, and spread it out and rolled him up in it.
“ It’s all very well,” he protested; “I’m not young enough—”
“ Lift up your head,” I interrupted, and put his knapsack under it.
“ They’ll catch us here, just as much as in an inn,” he grumbled and then lay still.
Presently, after a long time, I perceived he was asleep. His breath came with peculiar wheezings, and every now and again he would cough. I was very stiff and tired myself, and perhaps I dozed. I don’t remember. I remember only sitting, as it seemed, nigh
