CHAPTER II.
He had a fancy that something cool and kind was licking his hand....
It felt like the tongue of a friendly dog.

He seemed to have been dreaming about dogs.

Something soft and cold lay on his head.

It felt like a wet handkerchief ...

the pain had dulled to a slow throbbing ...
if he opened his eyes he would know who licked his hand and what it was that lay upon his head ...