And now he realized that it had been continuing for some time.
Again he roused his rebellious brain to action, and knew at last what the soothing touch must be.

Some one was bathing his forehead with cool water.

Some one with a lightly magnetic touch.

Some one whose fingers held healing in their soft tips.
And, just above him, he could hear quick, light breathing, breathing that was almost a sob.

His unseen nurse was taking her job not only seriously but compassionately.