When he awoke to stay awake the day was far advanced, and he felt an overwhelming lassitude.

He slowly unwound himself from his blankets and looked at his hand.

It was uncommonly white, and it seemed to him to be as weak as that of a child.
He crept out of the thicket and rose to his feet.

He was attacked by dizziness and clutched a bush for support.

His head still ached, though not with the violence of the night before, but he was conscious that he had become a very weak and poor specimen of the human being.