It seemed to him the culmination.

Never had he been more miserable, more lost of both body and soul.

The pain in his head was so violent that life was scarcely worth the price.
He sank by and by into a stupor.

He was remotely conscious that he was lying in a thicket, somewhere in boundless Texas, but it did not really matter.

Cougars or bears might come there to find him, but he was too sick to raise a hand against them.