He would have been quite willing to lie down, because he was terribly tired and sleepy, but with an effort he held himself to a sitting posture and watched Henry.

He was conscious of a vague admiration as the tall form of his comrade went forward swiftly, making no noise and hiding itself so quickly in the forest that he could not tell where it had gone.
Then Paul was conscious of a great peace, and a heavy tugging at his eyelids.

Never in his life before was he so tired and sleepy.

The last raindrop was gone, and the bushes and grass were drying in the gentle wind.

A fine golden sun was bringing with it a silver dawn, and a pleasant warmth stole all through him.