The dust gathered from the desert stirred and hung, and there was neither air to breathe nor coolness under all those overhanging mountains.
"Get under your blankets, gents!" advised the guard, passing down the train; and then the train started.
I had the upper berth opposite Brown's, where it was hottest of all because of the iron roof.

Drunk though he was, I noticed that the first thing Brown did after we had hoisted him aloft was to dig among the blankets like a dog and make the best shift he could of crawling under them.

With one blanket twisted about his neck and shoulders and the other tangled about his knees he remarked to the roof that his name was Brown of Lumbwa, and proceeded to sob himself to sleep.

He had made the journey a dozen times, so knew what he was doing.

I drew on my own blankets, and stifling, blowing out red dust, remembered a promise.
"Will!" I said.