And she sobbed when she thought I was killed! ...

I've got to get a real night's rest if I want to have my wits about me to-morrow." He stretched himself out luxuriously in the cool bed, and in less than five minutes he was sleeping as sweetly and as deeply as a child.

Long experience in the European trenches and elsewhere had taught him the rare gift of slumbering at will, a gift which had done much toward keeping his nerves and his faculties in perfect condition.

For sleep is the keynote to more than mankind realizes.
The sun had risen when Gavin Brice awoke.

Apart from stiffness and a very sore head his inured system was little the worse for the evening's misadventures.