All the afternoon Dick slept on, his breathing regular and steady.

The train rattled and rumbled through the high mountains, and on the upper levels the snow was falling fast.
Darkness came, and supper was served to the troops, but at the colonel's command Dick was not awakened.

Nature had not yet finished her task of repairing.

There was worn tissue still to be replaced, and the nerves had not yet recovered their full steadiness.
So Dick slept on, while the night deepened and the snow continued to drive against the window panes.

Nor did he awake until morning, when the train stopped at a tiny station in the hills.