"What yeh goin' t' sleep in?
I've got your--" The loud young soldier snarled: "Shet up an' go on t' sleep.

Don't be makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said severely.
After the reproof the youth said no more.

An exquisite drowsiness had spread through him.

The warm comfort of the blanket enveloped him and made a gentle languor.

His head fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly down over his eyes.