Thorpe never knew how carefully he was carried to camp, nor how tenderly the tote teamster drove his hay-couched burden to Beeson Lake.

He had no consciousness of the jolting train, in the baggage car of which Jimmy, the little brakeman, and Bud, and the baggage man spread blankets, and altogether put themselves to a great deal of trouble.

When finally he came to himself, he was in a long, bright, clean room, and the sunset was throwing splashes of light on the ceiling over his head.
He watched them idly for a time; then turned on his pillow.

At once he perceived a long, double row of clean white-painted iron beds, on which lay or sat figures of men.

Other figures, of women, glided here and there noiselessly.