The cry was registered again and again upon his sensitive soul, and always he sent back the answer that he was coming.

His mind, like hers, had become a wireless, and both were working.
He became unconscious of time and place.

He no longer saw the blue sky, but he stretched out his arms and called: "I am coming!" "Coming?
What do you mean by coming?
Who is it you're telling ?" John came out of his dream, or the misty region between here and nowhere, and turned to Jacques, who in the process of awakening at that moment had heard his words which were spoken in French.
"I was just talking to the air," replied John a little uncertainly.
"Fine mornings appeal to me, and I was telling this one that I'd soon come out into it" Jacques continued to awaken.

He was a big man who worked hard and who slept heavily.

Rousing from sleep was a task accomplished by degrees and it took some time.