He was lying in the lower bunk asleep, and his bandaged head looked rather pitiful.

For all that my anger flamed up again as I looked at him.

I shook him roughly by the shoulder.

He awakened with a moan.
"Get out of that bunk!" I commanded.
"Let me alone," he whimpered, but he got out as I told him to do.
"Climb into that upper bunk," I said.
He looked at me a moment, and climbed up.

I turned in, in the lower bunk, but I could not sleep.