Robbie counted the two drifts of sheep one by one, and wondered whose they were and where they were going.
Then he sat down to rest, and let his forehead drop on to the grass to cool it.

When he rose again the road seemed to swim around him.

A farm servant in a smock was leading two horses, and as he passed he bade the wayfarer, "Good afternoon." Robbie went on without seeming to hear, but when the man had got beyond the sound of his voice he turned as if by sudden impulse, and, waving his hand with a gesture of cordiality, he returned the salutation.
Then he sat down once more and held his head between his hands.

It was beating furiously, and his body, too, from head to foot, was changing rapidly from hot to cold.

At length the consciousness took possession of him that he was ill.