"It's drier on yonder hummock, and we'll have to get you across to it.

If you can stand up and lean on us, we'll fix you comfortably in camp in a few minutes." Blake did not move.

Instead, he lay gazing up at them and mumbling to himself.

With much trouble, they got him to a small, stony knoll, where they made a fire and spread their blankets on a bundle of reeds for him to lie on.

Then he spoke, in a faint and listless voice.
"Thanks! I think I'll go to sleep.