He has held it for a year.

It is our turn now.

We will hold it for him.

I am going to stay, and you have to stay with me." For Jack Meredith, life was at this time nothing but a constant, never-ceasing fatigue.

When Oscard helped him into the rough litter they had constructed for his comfort, he laid his head on the pillow, overcome with a dead sleep.
"Good-bye, old chap," said Oscard, patting him on the shoulder.
"G'bye;" and Jack Meredith turned over on his side as if he were in bed, drew up the blanket, and closed his eyes.