A small kerosene lamp stood in the center of the table, its rays glimmering weakly through the window.

He raised one hand and passed it over his forehead.

There was still some fever, but he felt decidedly better than when he had awakened the first time.
Presently he heard a light step and became aware of some one standing near him.

He knew it was the girl, even before she spoke, for he had caught the rustle of her dress.
"Are you awake," she questioned.
"Why, yes, ma'am," he returned.

He turned to look at her, but in the darkness he could not see her face.
"Do you feel like eating anything ?" she asked.
He grinned ruefully in the darkness.