TO THE LAST MAN Ned awoke after a feverish night, when there was yet but a strip of gray in the east.

It was Sunday morning, but he had lost count of time, and did not know it.

He had not undressed at all when he lay down, and now he stood by the window, seeking to see and hear.

But the light was yet dim and the sounds were few.

Nevertheless the great pulse in his throat began to leap.