What did the rest matter?
After breakfast these men who had marched and fought for nearly twenty hours were told to sleep.

Only one command was needed.

It was August, and the dry grass and the soft earth were good enough for anybody.

The three lads, each with an arm under his head, slept side by side.

At noon they were still sleeping, and Colonel Winchester, as he was passing, looked at the three, but longest at Dick.