He saw Henry and the men talking, but he either did not hear what they said or he was not interested.

Soon the whole world faded out, and he slept soundly.

And as he slept the touch of fever left him.

Shif'less Sol looked down at him kindly.
"I'm tired, too," he said, "but I suppose if I wuz to go to sleep some o' you 'ud be mean enough to shove me in the side with his foot." "I'd try to be the first," said Jim Hart, "an' I'd shove pow'ful hard." "It 'ud be jest like you," said Shif'less Sol, "but I suppose you can't any more help bein' mean, Jim, than I can help bein' tired." Jim shrugged his shoulders and returned to his cooking, his tall, lean form bent over like a hoop.

Paul slept peacefully on the blanket, but the others talked much and earnestly.