Now, you'd better take a nap.

I'll call you when the rain stops." Harry felt that he had indeed fallen into the hands of a friend, and stretching himself on a pallet which the charcoal burner spread in front of the fire, he soon fell asleep.

He awoke when Perkins shook his shoulder and found that it was dawn.
"The rain's stopped, day's come an' I guess you'd better be goin'" said the man.

"I've got breakfast ready for you, an' I hope, boy, that you'll get through with a whole skin.

I said that both sides would have to fight this war without my help, but I don't mind givin' a boy a hand when he needs it." Harry did not say much, but he was deeply grateful.