Now--" Their voices trailed away as Dick sank into oblivion.

He had a dim memory of being awakened the next morning and of swallowing two more pills, but in a minute or two he sank back into a sleep which was neither feverish nor troubled.
When he awoke the dark had come a second time.

The fever was wholly gone, and his head had ceased to ache.
Dick felt weak, but angry at himself for having broken down at such a time, he sat up and began to put on the dry uniform that lay in the tent.

Then he was astonished to find how great his weakness really was, but he persevered, and as he slipped on the tunic Warner came into the tent.
"You've been asleep a long time," he said, looking at Dick critically.
"I know it.

I suppose I slept all through the night as well as the day." "And the great battle was fought without you." Dick started, and looked at his comrade, but Warner's eyes were twinkling.
"There's been no battle, and you know it," Dick said.
"No, there hasn't been any; there won't be any for several days at least.