He was asleep, with his head lying against the chair-back and his face more melancholy than ever and more wistful.

His eyes, Billy observed, were deep-sunk and dark-ringed.

He sat up suddenly--did Billy, and threw off the cover with some vehemence.

"Darn me for a drunken chump!" he exclaimed, and clanked over to the chair.
"Here, Dilly"-- to save the life of him he could not refrain from addressing him so--"why in thunder didn't yuh kick me awake, and make me get off your bed?
What did yuh let me do it for--and you setting up all night--oh, this is sure a hell of a note!" Mr.Dill opened his eyes, stared blankly and came back from his dreaming.

"You were so--so impatient when I tried to get you up," he explained in a tired voice.