With the passing of a cooler air the sleeper wakened and rubbed his eyes.

Letting his injured leg lie undisturbed, he drew up the other knee and buckled his hands round it.

In this position he sat and talked.
He was a dark, fresh-coloured young man, of middle height, and broadly built.

He had large white teeth of a kind to crack nuts with, and the full, wide, flexible mouth that denotes the generous talker.
"What a wind-bag it is, to be sure!" thought his companion, as he smoked and listened, in a gently ironic silence, to abuse of the Government.

He knew--or thought he knew--young Purdy inside out.
But behind all the froth of the boy's talk there lurked, it seemed, a purpose.